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It was, indeed, high time that someone capable of giving advice and help should come to the aid of the sturdy old farmer and his adopted daughter.

In the whole history of the settlement there had never been such a case of rank disobedience to the authority of the Elders.

If minor errors were punished so sternly, what would be the fate of this arch rebel.

Ferrier knew that his wealth and position would be of no avail to him.

Others as well known and as rich as himself had been spirited away before now, and their goods given over to the Church.

He was a brave man, but he trembled at the vague, shadowy terrors which hung over him.

Any known danger he could face with a firm lip, but this suspense was unnerving.

He concealed his fears from his daughter, however, and affected to make light of the whole matter, though she, with the keen eye of love, saw plainly that he was ill at ease.

He expected that he would receive some message or remonstrance from Young as to his conduct, and he was not mistaken, though it came in an unlooked-for manner.

Upon rising next morning he found, to his surprise, a small square of paper pinned on to the coverlet of his bed just over his chest.

On it was printed, in bold straggling letters:-

"Twenty-nine days are given you for amendment, and then -"

The dash was more fear-inspiring than any threat could have been.

How this warning came into his room puzzled John Ferrier sorely, for his servants slept in an outhouse, and the doors and windows had all been secured.

He crumpled the paper up and said nothing to his daughter, but the incident struck a chill into his heart.

The twenty-nine days were evidently the balance of the month which Young had promised.

What strength or courage could avail against an enemy armed with such mysterious powers? The hand which fastened that pin might have struck him to the heart, and he could never have known who had slain him.

Still more shaken was he next morning.

They had sat down to their breakfast when Lucy with a cry of surprise pointed upwards.

In the centre of the ceiling was scrawled, with a burned stick apparently, the number 28.

To his daughter it was unintelligible, and he did not enlighten her.

That night he sat up with his gun and kept watch and ward.

He saw and he heard nothing, and yet in the morning a great 27 had been painted upon the outside of his door.

Thus day followed day; and as sure as morning came he found that his unseen enemies had kept their register, and had marked up in some conspicuous position how many days were still left to him out of the month of grace.

Sometimes the fatal numbers appeared upon the walls, sometimes upon the floors, occasionally they were on small placards stuck upon the garden gate or the railings.

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