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OUT ON THE OLD TRAIL.
There was one person in the crowd surrounding the medicine-man's wagon who had none of that superstitious thrill which had scattered the habitants into little awe-stricken groups, and then by twos and threes to their homes; none of that fear which had reduced the quack-doctor to such nervous collapse that he would not spend the night in the village.
Jo Portugais had recognised the voice--that of Charley Steele the lawyer who had saved him from hanging years ago.

It was little like the voice of M'sieu'! There was that in it which frightened him.

He waited until he had seen the quackdoctor start for the next parish, then he went slowly down the street.

There were people still about, so he walked on towards the river.