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With all his vigilance John Ferrier could not discover whence these daily warnings proceeded.

A horror which was almost superstitious came upon him at the sight of them.

He became haggard and restless, and his eyes had the troubled look of some hunted creature.

He had but one hope in life now, and that was for the arrival of the young hunter from Nevada.

Twenty had changed to fifteen and fifteen to ten, but there was no news of the absentee.

One by one the numbers dwindled down, and still there came no sign of him.

Whenever a horseman clattered down the road, or a driver shouted at his team, the old farmer hurried to the gate thinking that help had arrived at last.

At last, when he saw five give way to four and that again to three, he lost heart, and abandoned all hope of escape.

Single-handed, and with his limited knowledge of the mountains which surrounded the settlement, he knew that he was powerless.

The more-frequented roads were strictly watched and guarded, and none could pass along them without an order from the Council.

Turn which way he would, there appeared to be no avoiding the blow which hung over him.

Yet the old man never wavered in his resolution to part with life itself before he consented to what he regarded as his daughter's dishonour.

He was sitting alone one evening pondering deeply over his troubles, and searching vainly for some way out of them.

That morning had shown the figure 2 upon the wall of his house, and the next day would be the last of the allotted time.

What was to happen then? All manner of vague and terrible fancies filled his imagination.

And his daughter - what was to become of her after he was gone? Was there no escape from the invisible network which was drawn all round them.

He sank his head upon the table and sobbed at the thought of his own impotence.

What was that? In the silence he heard a gentle scratching sound - low, but very distinct in the quiet of the night.

It came from the door of the house.

Ferrier crept into the hall and listened intently.

There was a pause for a few moments, and then the low insidious sound was repeated.

Someone was evidently tapping very gently upon one of the panels of the door.

Was it some midnight assassin who had come to carry out the murderous orders of the secret tribunal? Or was it some agent who was marking up that the last day of grace had arrived.

John Ferrier felt that instant death would be better than the suspense which shook his nerves and chilled his heart.

Springing forward, he drew the bolt and threw the door open.

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