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DIRK HUTTER DIRKED: 87 "You'd better,” replied Wolf. “Where are the Vigi- lantes ?” | esrey “They’ve bin out two days now, and we ain’t heard a word from them,” replied the man, “They are in Beaver Swamp, I’m told, somewhere nigh the dam,” “ All right, tell me all you know about it.” In trembling accents the man did his bidding, “Ts that all you know ? “ Everything, everything.” “ We don’t need you any longer,” said this fiend in human shape, as his knife was buried in the breast of the unfortu- nate spy. “You are too great a coward to do the work of the Secret Brothers now.” The man gave a convulsive spring, and with a single gasp expired. Wolf coolly wiped his knife on the clothing of the murdered man and returned it to his belt. “JT reckon I’d better go to Beaver Swamp,” he muttered. “ Likely enough, they are both in the Vigilantes’ camp.” An hour later and he was in Beaver Swamp, creeping on over hussock and rank grass with the caution inherited from his Indian blood. ‘To such a man as this the task of finding - out the hiding-place of the Vigilantes was a slight one, and before long he was snugly ensconced ina hollow log close to the camp, watching the movements of his enemies. He saw Ben Slawson, Old Jess Turner and Wallace walking about in the camp, and at one time the latter passed so close to his re- . treat that he might have put out his hand and touched him, _ At last two of them sat down upon the log and entered. into conversation. “Tt is about time we heard from some of the scours,” said Wallace. “ Yuas,” replied Jess Turner, “ but ivll go hurd with the boys ef that cussid thief of a Foix gets his cluws on ’em, That man don’t think no more of takin’ a buman life than I would of killin’ a woodchuck. Durn sech men, I say; the Quicker they git rubbed out the better far the world.” “ What is your opinion of our new recruit ?” asked Wal- lace. 7 “The chap that calls hisself Garry Forsythe, d’ye mean ?” “ Yes.” conmmiclooolkks.conn