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a= LAURA BRAYTON. 173 And now he saw a fresh cause of alarm. Two more dogs of the same breed, evidently companions of the first, were playing around near the house. “If they strike my track, I’ma goner!” he mut- tered. “I could manage one; but two at once would cook my turnips. I must slope. Skeedaddle is the: word!” And, taking a direction which kept the clump of trees between him and observation, he swiftly fled from the spot and gained the high-road by clamber- . ing over the iron picket fence which bounded ihe inclosure. A mournful howl but a moment afterward told: him that the other dogs had discovered their dead companion, and then he instantly remembered that in his haste he had forgotten his pistol, that which’ he kept for a long range, though he yet had his revolver in his pocket. Feeling that the farther he got from that neigh- borhood then the safer it would be, he fled away — through a straggling piece of woods, purposely crossing a shallow pond of water to lose his trail, until he reached another road ieading to the city. At a spring near this, he washed off all the stains of blood that he could, re-arranged his dress, and then boldly walking along the road asked a ride from a An hour afterward he was ensconced in a position from which he could see all who went into, or came out market man going in with his wagon. of Lawyer Johnson’s house or office. “lve all of to-day and to-night yet to win the thousand for the life of the young ’un, and I’ll have it!” he muttered. “If it hadn’t been for the dogs, I’d have got him out there. But dogs, ’specially I’m glad blood-hounds are nuisances to the trade. (Elo) C boo “S (Efe)