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CHARLEY STANDS AT BAY.
Charley turned quickly to the woodsman.

"Listen," he said, and he told Jo how things stood.
"You will not hide, M'sieu'?
There is time," Jo asked.
"I will not hide, Jo." "What will you do ?" "I'll decide when they come." There was silence for a moment, then the sound of voices on the hill-side.
Charley's soul rose up in revolt against the danger that faced him--not against personal peril, but the danger of being dragged back again into the life he had come from, with all that it involved--the futility of this charge against him! To be the victim of an error--to go to the bar of justice with the hand of injustice on his arm! All at once the love of this new life welled up in him, as a spring of water overflows its bounds.

A voice kept ringing in his ears, "I will pray for you." Subconsciously his mind kept saying, "Rosalie--Rosalie--Rosalie!" There was nothing now that he would not do to avert his being taken away upon this ridiculous charge.

Mistaken identity?
To prove that, he must at once prove himself--who he was, whence he came.