Silas Keene halted an instant and gazed fixedly at the man.
It was certainly the same person he had attempted to arrest that night--
either Andrew Barkswell or August Bordine.
The detective suddenly advanced.
The sound of his step caused the young man to turn about.
Both men regarded one another fixedly, a surprised look shooting over the
face of the younger.
"Ah, it is Mr. Keene. Glad to see you, sir. Will you come home with me?"
cried August Bordine, as he grasped the detective warmly by the hand.
CHAPTER VII.
CAUGHT!
It will be remembered that the young hunter who had assisted the wounded
Ransom Vane, was hailed on his way to the village by the tramp, who has
so far occupied a prominent place in this narrative.
A curious smile flitted over the face of the hunter as he looked at the
ragged creature before him.
"I am glad to see you, Andrew," said the tramp, extending his hand.
"Are you?"
The hunter refused to touch the dirty paw extended toward him.
"Won't you shake?"
"No.
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