"My curse be upon you and yours."
"Oh, father, come away. Leave the poor wretch. Perhaps he has taken nothing."
The men gathered round in a circle, and Elmer drew near to Alma. She felt his presence near her, and involuntarily put out her hand to touch him.
"My curse fall on you! Who are you? What have I done to you—you—viper?"
The man secured in the chair, and with the wire drawn tightly over his throat, replied not a word.
Elmer advanced toward him, and Alma, with a little cry, tried to hinder him.
"Do not fear. He cannot move. I will release his head, and perhaps you will recognize him."
The wire about his throat was loosened, and the wretch lifted his head into a more comfortable position.
"Ah!"
"Great Heavens! It is Mr. Belford!"