[ CHAPTER XXXV — TURNING THE TABLES ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVI — A LETTER FROM ROSE GARDINER ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVII — BEN'S VISIT TO PENTONVILLE ]
[ CHAPTER XXXVIII — CONCLUSION ]
CHAPTER I — BEN BARCLAY MEETS A TRAMP
"Give me a ride?"
Ben Barclay checked the horse he was driving and looked attentively at the speaker. He was a stout-built, dark-complexioned man, with a beard of a week's growth, wearing an old and dirty suit, which would have reduced any tailor to despair if taken to him for cleaning and repairs. A loose hat, with a torn crown, surmounted a singularly ill-favored visage.
"A tramp, and a hard looking one!" said Ben to himself.