Trailin'!

lked on four feet and wore a skin, when up jumped an oldish fellow in a box opposite mine and shouted that he had a horse which none of them could mount. He offered five hundred dollars to the m

and smashed its forehoofs against the barrier. By Jove, a regular maneater! Brought my heart into my mouth to see the big dev

ed his lips; he was

nto the arena and

an, about your size. In fact, now that I look back at it, he was a good deal like you in more ways than one; looked as if time had hardened him without makin

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d asked him who his mother was, he was under orders not to leave the house. While he stood, he heard a f

ide out of the lean, sinewy muscles, for his was a made strength built up in the gymnasium and used on the wrestling mat, the cinder path, and the football field. Drying himself

first sketch of a large composition. John Woodbury, vast, blond, grey-eyed, had given him few of his physical traits. But then he had often heard that the son

ony, he turned from the lighted room, threw open a windo

beneath rose up to him. To the right, for his own room stood in a wing of the mansion, the house shouldered its way into the gloom, a solemn, grey shadow, netted in a black trac

once in the opposite direction. Back and forth, back and forth, that shadow moved, and as his eye grew ac

dogged by fear. He could no more conceive it than he could imagine noon and midnight in conjunction, and feeling as

icture screen, and always, like the repeated entrance of the hero, the other images grew small and dim. He saw again the burly strange

n the long hall. At the door he did not stop to knock, for he was too deeply concerned by this time to pay any heed to convention. He grasped the knob and threw the door wide open. What hap

of a hurried breathing, louder and louder, as though someone were creeping upon him. He glanced over his shoulder in a slight panic, but down the grey hall on

e pacing man, up and down, up and down. He turned his eyes away to the jagged tops of the young trees, to the glimpses of dark fields beyond them, a

finally he began to pace in the same cadence, up and down the room. With every step he felt that he was entering deeper into the danger which