CHAPTER XXXII

FATHER MARSTON PROPHESIES Sulky, morose, sluggish as a saurian, Dutch lay in his cell and waited for deliverance. The weeks passed. The Dodsons sent him word to say nothing, that when the time came they would set him free. He suspected them as he suspected everybody. If they failed him he meant to betray them. But the time had not come for that yet. As he grew weary of confinement his restlessness found vent in a plan of escape. From his boot he worked the tin piece used as a stiffener for the leg. With this as a t…