“Thanks! all right sir; I perceive you are one of us,” said the boy, drawing a paper from his pocket and presenting it to the man.  “Miller’s Woods!” and touching his hat he galloped away.

There was a twinkle in the grey eyes as they shot one swift glance after him; then the paper was opened and examined with minute care.

On it was a half moon with several dates written in different places about it, and that was all; yet its new possessor regarded it with great satisfaction, and after a careful scrutiny bestowed it safely in his breast pocket.

“I’ll be on hand without fail,” he said, in a low, confidential tone, perhaps addressing his horse, as there was no one else within hearing.  “To-night! they’re late serving my notice; but better late than never; for me, though perhaps not for themselves,” he added with a grim smile.  “Well, my preparations won’t take long:  dress-suit’s all ready.”

He kept on his way at the old leisurely pace, presently came in sight of Fairview, passed it, then Ion, diligently using his eyes as he went, made a circuit of several miles and returned to the town which he had left some hours previously.

Dismounting at the village tavern, he gave his horse into the care of the hostler, and joined a group of idlers about the bar-room door.  They were talking politics and one appealed to him for his opinion.

“Don’t ask me,” he said with a deprecatory gesture!  “I’m no party man and never meddle with politics.”

“On the fence, hey?  Just the place for a coward and a sneak,” returned his interlocutor contemptuously.

The other half drew his bowie knife, then thrusting it back again, said good-humoredly, “I’ll let that pass, Green; you’ve taken a drop too much and are not quite compos mentis just now.”

“Be quiet, will you, Green;” spoke up one of his companions, “you know well enough Snell’s no coward.  Why didn’t he risk his life the other day, to save your boy from drowning?”

“Yes; I’d forgot.  I take that back, Snell.  Will you have a glass?”

“Thank you, no, it’s too hot, and your wife and babies need the money, Green.”

The words were half drowned in the clang of the dinner bell, and the group scattered, Snell, and most of the others hurrying into the dining-room in answer to the welcome call.

After dinner Snell sauntered out in the direction of the stable, passed with a seemingly careless glance in at the door, and strolled onward; but in that momentary glimpse had noted the exact position of his horse.

About ten o’clock that night he stole quietly out again, made his way unobserved to the stable, saddled and bridled his steed, all in the dark, mounted and rode away, passing through the village streets at a very moderate pace, but breaking into a round trot as soon as he had fairly reached the open country.

He pressed on for several miles, but slackened his speed as he neared the forest known as Miller’s Woods.