In three or four days I was able to get around again; an', beggin' a rifle an' some powder an' ball of the ole hunter, I started out.

I went straight to the grave that contained all I loved on earth, an' there, kneelin' above their heads, I swore that my life should be devoted to but one object--vengeance on the villains who had robbed me of all my happiness.

How well I have kept my oath the notches on my knife will show.

Seven of them have fallen by my tomahawk; one only is left, an' that is Mountain Tom.

For fifteen long years I have been on his trail; but the time will come when my vengeance will be complete.' "An' the ole man rolled himself up in his blanket, an', turning his back to me, sobbed himself to sleep.
"But my story is not yet told," continued Dick.