ve been spotted by some of his creditors."

"Perhaps he would cut through the woods to the Junction," said Mr.
Harry.

"Just what he would do," said Mr. Wood, slapping his knee. "I'll be
driving over there to-morrow to see Thompson, and I'll make inquiries."

Mr. Harry spoke to his father the next night when he came home, and
asked him if he had found out anything. "Only this," said Mr. Wood.
"There's no one answering to Barron's description who has left Riverdale
Junction within a twelvemonth. He must have struck some other station.
We'll let him go. The Lord looks out for fellows like that."

"We will look out for him if he ever comes back to Riverdale," said Mr.
Harry, quietly. All through the village, and in the country it was known
what a dastardly trick the Englishman had played, and he would have been
roughly handled if he had dared return.

Months passed away, and nothing was heard of him. Late in the autumn,
after Miss Laura and I had gone back to Fairport, Mrs. Wood wrote her
about the end of the Englishman. Some Riverdale lads were beating about
the woods, looking for lost cattle, and in their wanderings came to an
old stone quarry that had been disused for years. On one side there was
a smooth wall of rock, many feet deep. On the other the ground and rock
were broken away, and it was quite easy to get into it. They found that
by some means or other, one of their cows had fallen into this deep pit,
over the steep side of the quarry. Of course, the poor creature was
dead, but the boys, out of curiosity, resolved to go down and look at
her. They clambered down, found the cow, and, to their horror and
amazement, discovered near-by the skeleton of a man. There was a heavy
walking-stick by his side, which they recognized as one that the
Englishman had carried.

He was a drinking man, and perhaps he had taken something that he
thought would strengthen him for his morning's walk, but which had, on
the contrary, bewildered him, and made him lose his way and fall into
the quarry. Or he might have started before daybreak, and in the
darkness have slipped and fallen down this steep wall of rock. One leg
was doubled under him, and if he had not been instantly killed by the
fall, he must have been so disabled that he could not move. In that
lonely place, he would call for help in vain, so he may have perished by
the terrible death of starvation--the death he had thought to mete out
to his suffering animals.

Mrs.