Year passed into year, his black hair turned grizzled, but still he wandered on, a human bloodhound, with his mind wholly set upon the one object upon which he had devoted his life.

At last his perseverance was rewarded.

It was but a glance of a face in a window, but that one glance told him that Cleveland in Ohio possessed the men whom he was in pursuit of.

He returned to his miserable lodgings with his plan of vengeance all arranged.

It chanced, however, that Drebber, looking from his window, had recognized the vagrant in the street, and had read murder in his eyes.