e experience I had with him. I had
him workin' fer me, an' when I wouldn't pay him fer loafin' in the
potato patch, he got as mad as blazes an' said things I wouldn't like
to repeat."

Jasper endured such remarks without a word. He did not feel like
making any reply. In fact, he realised how useless it would be, and
the less said the better.

The limit of his bitterness was reached when a woman approached and
began to speak to him about his soul, and the danger of hell fire. She
dilated glibly upon the awfulness of sin, and even offered to pray for
him.

"Keep your prayers for yourself," Jasper retorted, stung almost to fury
by her impudence. "You'll do more good if you pray for these
snivelling hypocrites," and he motioned to those standing around him.

"Isn't it awful!" and the woman held up her hands in horror. "You
should be afraid to speak that way, and you in such danger. Read this,
poor man," and she held forth a tract she had been holding in her hand.

Jasper glanced at it and read the heading, "Flee from Hell Fire." He
took it, and then crushing it in his hand, threw it from him.

"I've had enough of this," he cried, "and I'll stand no more. Leave me
alone, is all I ask. Hell can be no worse than what you people are
dealing out to me now."

Jasper's look and attitude caused those near him to shrink back, and
during the rest of the voyage he had peace from the clatter of tongues,
at least.

It was a great relief to him when at last he was lodged in the cell of
the county jail. Here he was alone and free from all curious eyes, and
he had time and quietness for thought. His heart was nevertheless
heavy as he sat there in his solitude. He brooded over all that had
taken place, and the one and only ray of brightness which came to him
in his misery was the thought of Lois and the vision of her standing
where he last saw her with such deep sympathy expressed in her eyes.

The following day Mr. Westcote's lawyer came to see him, and they had a
long talk together. Dr. Turnsell was greatly impressed by Jasper and
the straightforward manner in which he told about his visit to David
the night of the murder.

"We shall do the best we can for you," the lawyer informed him as he
bade him good-bye. "We have tried to get you out on bail, but so far
have been unsuccessful."

This visit somewhat encouraged Jasper. He knew that able men were
working for him and that Mr. Westcote would spare no money o