y one moment; he would go at once.

The train sped on, and he reached his home in good time. There he was
greeted with the sad news that his uncle, John Redmond, for whom he was
named, had been slain by murderous Nightriders over in the valley of
Kentucky. His tobacco crop had been utterly destroyed, his barns and
out-houses devastated, his home burned to the earth, and as he was
fleeing from the burning building, in an effort to save himself from a
torturous death, he had been shot down in his tracks like a dog, a
forty-four Winchester bullet tearing his heart to pieces.

What more would man need to set his soul on fire? What more would he
need to raise his ire to the verge of distraction?

John Redmond, the second, stood with bowed head, listening to the
terrible outrage; his Southern blood warmed to the boiling point. His
heart beat fast, his teeth came together with a sharp noise, and his
fists were tightly clenched. Revenge burned within him, his soul felt
that the foul deed called for vengeance. In a twinkling his plans were
changed. His adventurous spirit told him that his life's work had been
found, that he must hie him to the country where his uncle had met such
a hasty and untimely death; that he must seek out those who had murdered
him and revenge the cold deed.

John Redmond had hardly known this uncle, having seen him only one time,
but he was a kinsman, the same blood ran through their veins, their
forefathers were the same, and he would be speedily avenged.

The younger Redmond sent agents into Kentucky to purchase land, and in a
little while all preparations for a hasty departure had been made. The
cabin purchased needed repair, but that would be done with his own
hands. He would have plenty of time for all such work.

His intention was to go over and raise tobacco in direct opposition to
the great association of good farmers. Let them do what they would, he
would show them that he was a man of his own notions, and no set of men
could run him, much less a body of uneducated "galoots."

Next you see of John Redmond he is crossing the country by wagon train.
Slowly his caravan moves, finally reaching the place purchased for the
future home of this man of strong desires and peculiar aims. The
belongings were unloaded, and those who assisted him in the move bade
him a successful ending and returned to civilization. While John
Redmond, who introduced himself to this new country as "Jack Wade," was
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