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76 THE GIRL TRAILER. victims. J thank you for the warning ne shall know what to do.” “Tam willing to give you this warning. One thing more —beware of. Jennie Carroll, for the poor girl loved Rodney Phelps, and when she heard of his tragic death I think her brain reeled. She suspects that you know something of the crime, and she would not hesitate to strike a blow to avenge her lover.” “T have. seen Jennie,’ he answered, bending . his head. “Bad as I may seem there is,a warm spot in my heart for that sweet girl, my only friend in this territory. , Nothing pia me half so much as the thought that she ‘suspects me,” oT pray heaven she may wrong you—that we all wrong you, Gaston Foix, When you prove to me that you did not have any thing to do with this dastardly act I will be the first to rotEagh all I have said. Until then I do not wish to see you.” He picked up his rifle saa turned to. go, but iepange upon the threshold. “This matter does. not end, here, my dear girl,’ he said. “ Wallace. Burton and all who aig and abet his wrongs against me shall hear of me again.” He closed the door and walked rapidly across the clearing to his horse. Here he took out a small bone whistle and blew three distinct calls. | } “That will do it,” he said. “ Ha, ha, ha, my proud Miss, you little think with whom you have to deal when you in- sult me. There comes the answer,” The peculiar whistle was repeated in the woods, a few hundred yards away. Gaston untied his horse, mounted and rode deeper into the swamp, tethered the animal on a little island on the way to the haunt of the Secret Brothers, Then he flung himself down upon the green grass, singing to himself a French song from the verse of Victor Hugo, Suddenly the sky to the east, where he could see it through the leaves, reflected a bright. glare. i Prompt work !” he said, as the song ceased, “ «The boys have done the work well.” As he spoke he was COnsciaus that a footman was make comiclooks.com