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How
he
knew
he
could
not
have
told
,
yet
he
did
know
that
someone
had
entered
his
room
,
sat
on
his
benches
,
and
walked
over
his
floor
.
He
was
surest
around
the
case
.
Nothing
was
disturbed
,
yet
it
seemed
to
Freckles
that
he
could
see
where
prying
fingers
had
tried
the
lock
.
He
stepped
behind
the
case
,
carefully
examining
the
ground
all
around
it
,
and
close
beside
the
tree
to
which
it
was
nailed
he
found
a
deep
,
fresh
footprint
in
the
spongy
soil
—
a
long
,
narrow
print
,
that
was
never
made
by
the
foot
of
Wessner
.
His
heart
tugged
in
his
breast
as
he
mentally
measured
the
print
,
but
he
did
not
linger
,
for
now
the
feeling
arose
that
he
was
being
watched
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
could
feel
the
eyes
of
some
intruder
at
his
back
.
He
knew
he
was
examining
things
too
closely
:
if
anyone
were
watching
,
he
did
not
want
him
to
know
that
he
felt
it
.
He
took
the
most
open
way
,
and
carried
water
for
his
flowers
and
moss
as
usual
;
but
he
put
himself
into
no
position
in
which
he
was
fully
exposed
,
and
his
hand
was
close
his
revolver
constantly
.
Growing
restive
at
last
under
the
strain
,
he
plunged
boldly
into
the
swamp
and
searched
minutely
all
around
his
room
,
but
he
could
not
discover
the
least
thing
to
give
him
further
cause
for
alarm
.
He
unlocked
his
case
,
took
out
his
wheel
,
and
for
the
remainder
of
the
day
he
rode
and
watched
as
he
never
had
before
.
Several
times
he
locked
the
wheel
and
crossed
the
swamp
on
foot
,
zigzagging
to
cover
all
the
space
possible
.
Every
rod
he
traveled
he
used
the
caution
that
sprang
from
knowledge
of
danger
and
the
direction
from
which
it
probably
would
come
.
Several
times
he
thought
of
sending
for
McLean
,
but
for
his
life
he
could
not
make
up
his
mind
to
do
it
with
nothing
more
tangible
than
one
footprint
to
justify
him
.
He
waited
until
he
was
sure
Duncan
would
be
at
home
,
if
he
were
coming
for
the
night
,
before
he
went
to
supper
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
as
he
crossed
the
swale
was
the
big
bays
in
the
yard
.
There
had
been
no
one
passing
that
day
,
and
Duncan
readily
agreed
to
watch
until
Freckles
rode
to
town
.
He
told
Duncan
of
the
footprint
,
and
urged
him
to
guard
closely
.
Duncan
said
he
might
rest
easy
,
and
filling
his
pipe
and
taking
a
good
revolver
,
the
big
man
went
to
the
Limberlost
.
Freckles
made
himself
clean
and
neat
,
and
raced
to
town
,
but
it
was
night
and
the
stars
were
shining
before
he
reached
the
home
of
the
Bird
Woman
.
From
afar
he
could
see
that
the
house
was
ablaze
with
lights
.
The
lawn
and
veranda
were
strung
with
fancy
lanterns
and
alive
with
people
.
He
thought
his
errand
important
,
so
to
turn
back
never
occurred
to
Freckles
.
This
was
all
the
time
or
opportunity
he
would
have
.
He
must
see
the
Bird
Woman
,
and
see
her
at
once
.
He
leaned
his
wheel
inside
the
fence
and
walked
up
the
broad
front
entrance
.
As
he
neared
the
steps
,
he
saw
that
the
place
was
swarming
with
young
people
,
and
the
Angel
,
with
an
excuse
to
a
group
that
surrounded
her
,
came
hurrying
to
him
.
“
Oh
Freckles
!
”
she
cried
delightedly
.
“
So
you
could
come
?
We
were
so
afraid
you
could
not
!
I
’
m
as
glad
as
I
can
be
!
”
“
I
don
’
t
understand
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
Were
you
expecting
me
?
”
“
Why
of
course
!
”
exclaimed
the
Angel
.
“
Haven
’
t
you
come
to
my
party
?
Didn
’
t
you
get
my
invitation
?
I
sent
you
one
.
”
