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contortions of the murdered man.

At first they had shown some secrecy in their arrangements; but at the time which this narrative describes their proceedings were extraordinarily open, for the repeated failure of the law had proved to them that, on the one hand, no one would dare to witness against them, and on the other they had an unlimited number of stanch witnesses upon whom they could call, and a well-filled treasure chest from which they could draw the funds to engage the best legal talent in the state. In ten long years of outrage there had been no single conviction, and the only danger that ever threatened the Scowrers lay in the victim himselfβ€”who, however outnumbered and taken by surprise, might and occasionally did leave his mark upon his assailants.

McMurdo had been warned that some ordeal lay before him; but no one would tell him in what it consisted. He was led now into an outer room by two solemn brothers. Through the plank partition he could hear the murmur of many voices from the assembly within. Once or twice he caught the sound of his own name, and he knew that they were discussing his candidacy. Then there entered an inner guard with a green and gold sash across his chest.

β€œThe Bodymaster orders that he shall be trussed, blinded, and entered,” said he.

The three of them removed his coat, turned up the sleeve of his right arm, and finally passed a rope round above the elbows and made it fast. They next placed a thick black cap right over his head and the upper part of his face, so that he could see nothing. He was then led into the assembly hall.

It was pitch dark and very oppressive under his hood. He heard the rustle and murmur of the people round him, and then the voice of McGinty sounded dull and distant through the covering of his ears.

β€œJohn McMurdo,” said the voice, β€œare you already a member of the Ancient Order of Freemen?”

He bowed in assent.

β€œIs your lodge No. 29, Chicago?”

He bowed again.

β€œDark nights are unpleasant,” said the voice.

β€œYes, for strangers to travel,” he answered.

β€œThe clouds are heavy.”

β€œYes, a storm is approaching.”

β€œAre the brethren satisfied?” asked the Bodymaster.

There was a general murmur of assent.

β€œWe know, Brother, by your sign and by your countersign that you are indeed one of us,” said McGinty. β€œWe would have you know, however, that in this county and in other counties of these parts we have certain rites, and also certain duties of our own which call for good men. Are you ready to be tested?”

β€œI am.”

β€œAre you of stout heart?”

β€œI am.”

β€œTake a stride forward to prove it.”

As the words were said he felt two hard points in front of his eyes, pressing upon them so that it appeared as if he could not move forward without a danger of losing them. None the less, he nerved himself to step resolutely out, and as he did so the pressure melted away. There was a low murmur of applause.

β€œHe is of stout heart,” said the voice. β€œCan you bear pain?”

β€œAs well as another,” he answered.

β€œTest him!”

It was all he could do to keep himself from screaming out, for an agonizing pain shot through his forearm. He nearly fainted at the sudden shock of it; but he bit his lip and clenched his hands to hide his agony.

β€œI can take more than that,” said he.

This time there was loud applause. A finer first appearance had never been made in the lodge. Hands clapped him on the back, and the hood was plucked from his head. He stood blinking and smiling amid the congratulations of the brothers.

β€œOne last word, Brother McMurdo,” said McGinty. β€œYou have already sworn the oath of secrecy and fidelity, and you are aware that the punishment for any breach of it is instant and inevitable death?”

β€œI am,” said McMurdo.

β€œAnd you accept the rule of the Bodymaster for the time being under all circumstances?”

β€œI do.”

β€œThen in the name of Lodge 341, Vermissa, I welcome you to its privileges and debates. You will put the liquor on the table, Brother Scanlan, and we will drink to our worthy brother.”

McMurdo's coat had been brought to him; but before putting it on he examined his right arm, which still smarted heavily. There on the flesh of the forearm was a circle with a triangle within it, deep and red, as the branding iron had left it. One or two of his neighbours pulled up their sleeves and showed their own lodge marks.

β€œWe've all had it,” said one; β€œbut not all as brave as you over it.”

β€œTut! It was nothing,” said he; but it burned and ached all the same.

When the drinks which followed the ceremony of initiation had all been disposed of, the business of the lodge proceeded. McMurdo, accustomed only to the prosaic performances of Chicago, listened with open ears and more surprise than he ventured to show to what followed.

β€œThe first business on the agenda paper,” said McGinty, β€œis to read the following letter from Division Master Windle of Merton County Lodge 249. He says:

β€œDear Sir:

β€œThere is a job to be done on Andrew Rae of Rae & Sturmash, coal owners near this place. You will remember that your lodge owes us a return, having had the service of two brethren in the matter of the patrolman last fall. You will send two good men, they will be taken charge of by Treasurer Higgins of this lodge, whose address you know. He will show them when to act and where. Yours in freedom,

β€œJ.W. WINDLE D.M.A.O.F.”

β€œWindle has never refused us when we have had occasion to ask for the loan of a man or two, and it is not for us to refuse him.” McGinty paused and looked round the room with his dull, malevolent eyes. β€œWho will volunteer for the job?”

Several young fellows held up their hands. The Bodymaster looked at them with an approving smile.

β€œYou'll do, Tiger Cormac. If you handle it as well as you did the last, you won't be wrong. And you, Wilson.”

β€œI've no pistol,” said the volunteer, a mere boy in his teens.

β€œIt's your first, is it not? Well, you have to be blooded some time. It will be a great start for

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