"Oh, I don't dare to trust any one," groaned the man.
"You spoke of Gasper Farrington," suggested Ralph. "Is he an enemy of yours?"
"He has ruined my life," declared the convict.
"And why do you seek him?"
"To demand reparation, to drag him to the same fate he drove me to. Just let me find him—that is all I wish—to meet him face to face."
Ralph began to quietly tell the story of his own dealings with the village magnate of Stanley Junction. It had a great effect upon his auditor. From dark distrust and suspicion his emotions gradually subsided to interest, and finally to confidence.
It was only by gradations that Ralph led the man to believe that he was his friend and could help him in his difficulties.
The convict told a pitiful story. Ralph believed it to be a true one. To further his own avaricious ends. Farrington had devised a villainous plot to send the man to the penitentiary. He had escaped. He had documents that would cause Farrington not only to disgorge his ill-gotten gains, but would send him to jail.
"I want to get to where those documents are hidden," said the convict. "Then to find Farring-
