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- that there are more in the neighborhood. . This one had pro- bably wandered away from iis party, and was » 5) caval that he laid down to sleep.” “Ts he dead?” -. “ Dead indeed,” replied Wilson, afier feeling the body. “ Walter, I must not stop here.” «T bay- not intended to stop here.” *“] must go on to the house, and find out the extent of the calamity.” “ That is my purpose.” * Come on, then.” “No; you must follow me; and I advise you to keep hold of my coat, so that you need not get lost again.” Wilson regained the path with some difficulty, and led the way toward Atlee’s house, Lis companion not neglecting to xonp close to him, this time. In a little while they reached a fence, which they climbed, and found themselves.in plowed ground, -“ This wust be the garden,” sald the guide. “ The |: juse, I suppose, lies right before us.” “ Yes ; about iwenty rods from the fence. You had better ~ _let me lead the way. now, for I have been here at night.” | “I presume you have, and I can rely upoa your instinct, if . Rot upon your knowledge.” > “ Do you see any light, Walter ?”’ _ * None at all; but it would bardly be visible at this dis- tance, on such a night. Besides, there are trees around the house, which might shut out the view. Lead the” way, George.” Ryeburn took the lead, partly feeling his way along the bushes, and partly guided by his instinct. Soon his foot Struck against something soft, and he stopped to feel of it. “ Here has been one murder, Walter,” said he. 9 © What is it?” -. “ Watch, Simon Atlee’s dog. . They wiwit have killed the. —% poor fellow as soon as he barked, and it is no wonder thatwe _. have not heard him howl. I am afraid to enter the house, for — ; it has been ransacked, without doubt, and I am convinced a ane, all have been murdered.” * “This must be gone through. with, George Wemutinow e- an = wy Comicbooke. con : Fon . “ -Poxt wil? 2% a St