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-62 THE GIRL TRAILER, missed by various settlers along the lake during the last two years—had gone, But, she only turned her eyes for a mo- ment. toward the island, and then followed her unwitting guide. After a two hours’ ride he suddenly came out upon the swamp island where the Secret Brothers were camped, and Jennie halted in the edge of the timber to note what happened next. As she gazed, Gaston Foix emerged from a group of men and walked quickly to the side of the guide, who was near enough so that she could catch all that was said except an occasional word. “ Now then, Frisbee,” cried Gaston Foix, “ what have you got to report ?” “Tve got considerable to say, Cap,” replied the man. “ Af- ter you left that mad cousin of yours—” “ Jennie Carroll 2?” “The same little rascal.” “‘ Now look here, all of you, and be sure you heed my words. - Of all the followers of honesty upon this border, of all the friends I ever had, Jennie Carroll has been true to me, And the man that thinks to harm that girl had better take an ax in his left hand and chop off the other at the wrist. I will kill that man, if he were my brother, who dares lay a finger upon Jenny Carroll.” “ You'd better hear me out, Cap. This girl, it seems, was in love with Rodney Phelps.” “Hal Who told you that ?” “Nobody told me. The girl come riding through the woods alcne, to find his body. Her spur dropped blood when she alighted at the door and demanded to see you, saying that a foul murder had been done in plain view of the cabin, and | you must know something of it.” _“T hope that you told her I was absent at the time,” said Gaston, eagerly. “Trust. me for that! She didn’t believe me, and, blame my picture, if she wasn’t going to shoot me through the head because I would not confess who killed Rodney Phelps! She insisted on going over to the island—” Gaston half drew a pistol from his belt as he interrupted the man sternly: ‘“‘ Did you dare take her there ?” commiclbooks.conn