CHAPTER XXVI

IN THE RING OF DEATH At first Randall did not recognise the young man who had so suddenly appeared before him. He stared as if he beheld a vision, and his lips moved, although he uttered no sound. His face was drawn and haggard, his eyes wild and blood-shot. He was a far different man from the bustling and imperious lumber merchant of the morning. “What’s wrong?” John asked. “Can I help you?” “What’s wrong?” the man repeated. “Everything’s wrong. My daughter’s gone to the devil, my foot’s sprained, and the fi…