The Right of Way, Complete

the little wooden caboose on his raft. But defiance of custom and tradition was a habit with Jo Portugais. He had lived in his own way many a year, and he was likely to do so till the end, though he

s, and in strong currents. Defying the code of the river, with only one small light at the rear of his raft, he voyaged the swift current towards his home, which, when he arrived opposite the Cote Dorion, was still a hundred miles below. He had watched the lights in the river-

mpse of Suzon Charlemagne. He dropped the house behind quickly, but looked back, leaning on the oar and thinking how swift was the rush of the current past the tavern. His e

of low roar, dwindling to a loud whispering, and then a noise of hurrying feet, came down t

r like a lynx's, for the splash was in his ear, and a sort of prescience possessed him. He coul

took another oar, where the raft-lantern might not throw a reflection upon the water. He saw a light shine again through

ing in the water nearing him. He stretc

t murder?" said Jo Portugais,

y than the raft. There was

urriedly pulling round his waist a rope

ft, he was examining a wound i

ched something that rattled against a button. He picked it u

he remembered the last words the man had spoken to him-"Get out of my sight.