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obliterated.
Daily Muff Potter’s gratitude made Tom glad he had spo-
ken; but nightly he wished he had sealed up his tongue.
Half the time Tom was afraid Injun Joe would never be
captured; the other half he was afraid he would be. He felt
sure he never could draw a safe breath again until that man
was dead and he had seen the corpse.
Rewards had been offered, the country had been scoured,
but no Injun Joe was found. One of those omniscient and
awe-inspiring marvels, a detective, came up from St. Lou-
is, moused around, shook his head, looked wise, and made
that sort of astounding success which members of that craft
usually achieve. That is to say, he ‘found a clew.’ But you
can’t hang a ‘clew’ for murder, and so after that detective
had got through and gone home, Tom felt just as insecure
as he was before.
The slow days drifted on, and each left behind it a slightly
lightened weight of apprehension.

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