He would take the first train bound for New York, seek Kendale at once,
and have an understanding with him before he would disclose to him the
fact that Lester Armstrong was effectually out of his way.
"Yes, that is the only course to pursue," muttered Halloran, and
springing to his feet, he struck half of the matches in his package at
once, and lighted the pile heaped in the center of the cabin floor.
CHAPTER XXVII.
HALLORAN MEETS WITH HIS REWARD.
In an instant after the match had been applied a fiery tongue of flame
leaped to the ceiling, lighting the interior of the cabin with a
blinding glare of red light.
Seizing his hat, Halloran dashed from the place and down the road, never
pausing until he had reached the fork of the roads. Then he stopped for
breath and looked back over his shoulder.
A high ridge of ground intervened, completely hiding the doomed place
from his view.
He did not even behold the column of fire and smoke, as he had
anticipated.
"Those old boards are so damp that it will probably take some time to
ignite them, and there's no use waiting to see that," he muttered.
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