f ever Logan came to that cabin hungry,
or for help of any kind, they should help him with every means in their
power.

And so the old man went back to work in his tunnel; and as the autumn
wore away and winter drew on, the children kept close about the little
old cabin, waiting, waiting, waiting; looking up toward the now white,
cold mountain, yet obeying Forty-nine to the letter.

Meantime the man-hunt went on; although the children knew nothing for a
long time of the deadly energy with which it was conducted.

What a strange place for two bright, budding children was this old, old
cabin, with its old, old man, and its dark and miserable interior! How
people shunned the lonely old place, and how it sank down into the earth
and among the weeds and willows, and long strong yellow tangled grass,
as if it wanted to be shunned!

On a dirty old shelf near the fire-place lay a torn and tattered book.
It was thumbed and thrumbed all to pieces from long and patient use.
When the wind blew through the chinks of the cabin, this old book seemed
to have life. It fluttered there like a wounded bird. Its leaves
literally whispered. This old book was a Bible.

More houses had been burned in the little valley, and the crime laid to
John Logan. He had now been proclaimed an outlaw in effect by every
settler. Those two men had made him so odious that many settlers had
vowed to shoot him on sight. Dosson at last went before a magistrate and
swore that John Logan had shot at him while in the performance of his
duty as a sub-agent of the Reservation. By this means he procured a
warrant for his arrest by the civil authorities, to be placed in the
hands of the newly elected sheriff of the newly organized and sparsely
settled country. Things looked desperate indeed. To add to the agony of
the crisis, a sharp and bitter winter now wrapped the whole world in
snow and ice. It was no longer possible for any one to subsist in the
mountains, or survive at all without fire and fire-arms. These the
hunted man did not dare use. They were witnesses that would betray his
presence, and must not be thought of.

All this time the old man and the children could do nothing. The
children hovered over the fire in the wretched old cabin. And what a
cold, cheerless place it was!

But if the interior of this old cabin was gloomy, that of the old tunnel
was simply terrible. Yet in this dark and dreadful place the old man had
spent nearly a quarter of a cen