"
Then queer Hiram Shanks came to his feet, and gazed sharply about him.
"I am not sure that this is the safest place that could be found," he
said, "yet it isn't a place that people hunting for criminals would be
apt to look. On the whole, I think you had better remain here until
night, at least."
Then the peddler whistled to his dog, and walked away, leaving the sick
man alone in the fisherman's shanty.
"Who is guilty? that's the question," muttered Hiram Shanks when once out
of hearing of the sick man. "Bordine certainly doesn't act like a guilty
wretch, and I, for one, believe him innocent. I must run down the guilty
dogs, however, if I would save an innocent man and win the five thousand
dollars reward."
Then the peddler hurried from the vicinity, accompanied by his dog.
Bordine fell into a troubled slumber, from which he was awakened by a
sound from the murmuring creek.
Instantly his senses were on the alert.
He felt anxious to be at home, to alleviate the fears that he knew his
mother must undergo on account of his continued absence.
"Somebody is coming," he thought.
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