"I kem har," continued the man, weakly. "I turned on ther devils, but when I run in har an' you-uns tackled me, I judged I had struck a trap."
"It was no trap, Rufe Kenyon," said Frank, quietly.
The hunted man started up and slunk away.
"You know me!" he gasped.
"We do."
"An' still ye say you-uns are not my enemies."
"We are not."
"Then how do you know me? I never saw yer afore."
"No; but we have heard of you."