His eyes shot open suddenly. The light of day
filled his tunnel. He looked toward the "door" which he had
covered with his tent.
The tent was gone.
In its place was framed a huge shaggy head, and Philip found
himself staring straight into the eyes of Bram Johnson.
CHAPTER VII
Philip was not unaccustomed to the occasional mental and physical
shock which is an inevitable accompaniment of the business of Law
in the northland. But never had he felt quite the same stir in his
blood as now--when he found himself looking down the short tunnel
into the face of the man he was hunting.
There come now and then moments in which a curious understanding
is impinged upon one without loss of time in reason and surmise--
and this was one of those moments for Philip. His first thought as
he saw the great wild face in the door of his tunnel was that Bram
had been looking at him for some time--while he was asleep; and
that if the desire to kill had been in the outlaw's breast he
might have achieved his purpose with very little trouble.
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