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He
saw
no
human
face
,
spoke
to
no
human
thing
.
When
his
food
was
shoved
in
to
him
,
he
growled
like
a
wild
animal
.
He
hated
all
things
.
For
days
and
nights
he
bellowed
his
rage
at
the
universe
.
For
weeks
and
months
he
never
made
a
sound
,
in
the
black
silence
eating
his
very
soul
.
He
was
a
man
and
a
monstrosity
,
as
fearful
a
thing
of
fear
as
ever
gibbered
in
the
visions
of
a
maddened
brain
.
And
then
,
one
night
,
he
escaped
.
The
warders
said
it
was
impossible
,
but
nevertheless
the
cell
was
empty
,
and
half
in
half
out
of
it
lay
the
body
of
a
dead
guard
.
Two
other
dead
guards
marked
his
trail
through
the
prison
to
the
outer
walls
,
and
he
had
killed
with
his
hands
to
avoid
noise
.
He
was
armed
with
the
weapons
of
the
slain
guards
--
a
live
arsenal
that
fled
through
the
hills
pursued
by
the
organised
might
of
society
.
A
heavy
price
of
gold
was
upon
his
head
.
Avaricious
farmers
hunted
him
with
shot-guns
.
His
blood
might
pay
off
a
mortgage
or
send
a
son
to
college
.
Public-spirited
citizens
took
down
their
rifles
and
went
out
after
him
.
A
pack
of
bloodhounds
followed
the
way
of
his
bleeding
feet
.
And
the
sleuth-hounds
of
the
law
,
the
paid
fighting
animals
of
society
,
with
telephone
,
and
telegraph
,
and
special
train
,
clung
to
his
trail
night
and
day
.
Sometimes
they
came
upon
him
,
and
men
faced
him
like
heroes
,
or
stampeded
through
barbed-wire
fences
to
the
delight
of
the
commonwealth
reading
the
account
at
the
breakfast
table
.
It
was
after
such
encounters
that
the
dead
and
wounded
were
carted
back
to
the
towns
,
and
their
places
filled
by
men
eager
for
the
man-hunt
.
And
then
Jim
Hall
disappeared
.
The
bloodhounds
vainly
quested
on
the
lost
trail
.
Inoffensive
ranchers
in
remote
valleys
were
held
up
by
armed
men
and
compelled
to
identify
themselves
.
While
the
remains
of
Jim
Hall
were
discovered
on
a
dozen
mountain-sides
by
greedy
claimants
for
blood-money
.
In
the
meantime
the
newspapers
were
read
at
Sierra
Vista
,
not
so
much
with
interest
as
with
anxiety
.
The
women
were
afraid
.
Judge
Scott
pooh-poohed
and
laughed
,
but
not
with
reason
,
for
it
was
in
his
last
days
on
the
bench
that
Jim
Hall
had
stood
before
him
and
received
sentence
.
And
in
open
court-room
,
before
all
men
,
Jim
Hall
had
proclaimed
that
the
day
would
come
when
he
would
wreak
vengeance
on
the
Judge
that
sentenced
him
.
For
once
,
Jim
Hall
was
right
.
He
was
innocent
of
the
crime
for
which
he
was
sentenced
.
It
was
a
case
,
in
the
parlance
of
thieves
and
police
,
of
"
rail-roading
.
"
Jim
Hall
was
being
"
rail-roaded
"
to
prison
for
a
crime
he
had
not
committed
.
Because
of
the
two
prior
convictions
against
him
,
Judge
Scott
imposed
upon
him
a
sentence
of
fifty
years
.
Judge
Scott
did
not
know
all
things
,
and
he
did
not
know
that
he
was
party
to
a
police
conspiracy
,
that
the
evidence
was
hatched
and
perjured
,
that
Jim
Hall
was
guiltless
of
the
crime
charged
.
And
Jim
Hall
,
on
the
other
hand
,
did
not
know
that
Judge
Scott
was
merely
ignorant
.
Jim
Hall
believed
that
the
judge
knew
all
about
it
and
was
hand
in
glove
with
the
police
in
the
perpetration
of
the
monstrous
injustice
.
So
it
was
,
when
the
doom
of
fifty
years
of
living
death
was
uttered
by
Judge
Scott
,
that
Jim
Hall
,
hating
all
things
in
the
society
that
misused
him
,
rose
up
and
raged
in
the
court-room
until
dragged
down
by
half
a
dozen
of
his
blue-coated
enemies
.
To
him
,
Judge
Scott
was
the
keystone
in
the
arch
of
injustice
,
and
upon
Judge
Scott
he
emptied
the
vials
of
his
wrath
and
hurled
the
threats
of
his
revenge
yet
to
come
.
Then
Jim
Hall
went
to
his
living
death
...
and
escaped
.
Of
all
this
White
Fang
knew
nothing
.
But
between
him
and
Alice
,
the
master
's
wife
,
there
existed
a
secret
.
