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TEE CODE OF TEE EILL8
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THE HONEYMOON
mountainside, gun in hand. She was glancing behind and about her apprehensively, as if more afraid of being followed than of missing her foothold. The way was rugged; there was no game in the ravines above ; her motive in visiting wild hills inhabited by habitual lawbreakers was beyond conjecture.
Sheriff Schuyler waited in concealment.
After a while she passed him, pale, resolute and silent, and went to her lonely habitation.
Schuyler became thoughtful.
He had dared on more than one occasion to penetrate the outer camps of moonshiners in order to pursue and take some special malefactor; he was respected by many of the outlaws because he ha fl taught their children at this or that district school, but the particular section visited by Jennie had bred a family of wastrels, some of them hardened criminals and others on the border line of insanity thru
dissolute living. There seemed to be no possible connection between those degenerates — many of them living in shacks a half century old and others in caves — and the high-spirited girl who had been his favorite pupil, but her conduct offered a key to the mystery surrounding her husband's death. Schuyler followed closely, opening the door of her dwelling without knocking, soon after she had closed it.
The swift-moving picture flashed on his vision was that of an excited woman hiding some object in a covered work-basket, picking up the rifle she had laid aside and preparing to kill him on small provocation. In the gleaming eyes behind the barrel of her gun was a glimpse of deadly hate, next cold surprise, then sullen recognition, as she lowered her weapon.
* ' You have been watching me ! ' ' she exclaimed, resentfully.
She retreated as he entered — her fingers playing with the trigger of her