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THE END OF A TRAIL The boat was late in leaving the Mobile wharf. Dusk fell as it wallowed noisily and slowly up against the current of the Alabama River, under the great bridge, past Hurricane and t…
RESPITE The sheer unearthly beauty of the spectacle was so thrilling and unexpected that Lockwood stepped back, breathless. A sense of deep peace that was as strange and poignant as pain sank into hi…
POWER’S LUCK Lockwood had already resolved to accept the hint of the turpentine camp. It was absolutely necessary now that he should have some excuse for his presence. He was sure he could get work i…
A MISFIRE He could not place the recollection; it was lost somewhere in the shadowy past. But the sight of his enemy in the clear light of day had stirred up all the bitterest depths of his memory an…
THE WOODS RIDER The next morning Lockwood was assigned the brown horse and saddle outfit that had been used by the injured man, and he began active work as a turpentine woods rider. The “orchard” whi…
THE MEETING Lockwood rode his rounds the next day with a queer feeling of change. It had been coming on for days, that feeling—in fact, ever since the night when he had watched that magical moonlight…
’POSSUM AND POKER Henry Power was detailing to him in a low and gentle voice a series of reminiscences of lurid, old days along the river. The old man had no sort of objection to recalling his submer…
NEW FORCES Lockwood rode the woods dreamily that next forenoon. It was going to be impossible to kill Hanna, unless in the heat of sudden self-defense. He wondered at himself, for life had suddenly c…
PASCAGOULA OIL Tom glanced doubtfully at Jackson and at his sister. Neither Hanna nor old Henry was present. “I reckon you can tell Mr. Lockwood about it,” said Louise. “It’s all among friends.” “Sho…
TANGLED TRAILS Perhaps Louise could tell him what had corrupted her father’s hospitable soul. He was scared by the sudden idea that perhaps the poison had entered her mind also. Perhaps she, too, wou…
