Luckily retribution had overtaken the murderer in the very moment of escape.
Bull Hunter sighed.

Never had the strength of the arm of the law been so vividly brought home to him as by this incident.

Suppose that he had fulfilled his purpose and killed Reeve?
Would not the law have reached for him in the same fashion and taken and crushed him?
He shuddered, and looking up from his broodings, he glanced through the opposite window and saw that the woods were growing dark in that direction.

Night was approaching, and, with the feeling of night, there was a ghostly sense of death, as though the spirit of the dead man were returning to his old home.

On the other side of the house, however, the woods showed brighter.