Once over the fence, the fugitive found he was in the broad, open highway, along which he darted like a lad whose life was at stake.
As there was a light gleaming only a short way ahead, his enemies must have seen that it was hardly a safe thing to pursue their evil intent any farther.
Dreading they would not stop, Jim kept up his headlong flight, dashing through the open gate, without a pause for dogs, and giving so resounding a knock on the door that the old farmer instantly appeared, wondering what in the name of the seven wonders could be the matter.
"Can I stay here over night ?" asked Jim, panting with terror; "a couple of bad men are after me." "Yes, certainly, my boy; come in.

I've one patient now, but you are welcome.

My other boy is well enough to sit up." Looking across the room, the astounded Jim saw his old friend, Tom Gordon, sitting in an easy-chair, with one leg bandaged, as though suffering from a hurt..