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CHAPTER XXXIV.
CARPENTER ON THE SCENT--A NARROW ESCAPE.
Carpenter had five men at his disposal, and he was sanguine that an
unremitting pursuit must end in the capture of the outlaw. Consequently,
upon the removal of the bulk of the expedition, he set himself to make
such disposition of his men as would lead to the most substantial
results. Where did Donald get his food? Where did he get changes of
clothing? He _must_ pay visits to the houses in the neighborhood. They
had been searched in vain. Very well. Let them be searched again. Let
them be persistently watched. The outlaw would be tracked at last.
It was about ten o'clock at night. Dark, heavy clouds hung overhead like
a mournful pall. A brooding darkness and silence enveloped the woods.
A figure parted the young branches, came out into the open, ran
stealthily along the road, reached a small cottage, and disappeared
within it.
Donald had tempted fate at a moment when fate, in the form of two eager
officers of the law, was closing him in.
McMahon and the Indian scout were out that night.
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