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220 the Fairbanks homestead. Ralph invited his companion to stay to supper.

"Say," observed Slavin, as they had proceeded on their way some distance and he took a last backward glance at the dying flames—"say, Ralph Fairbanks, I wonder if it looks to you—that fire I mean—like it does to me?"

"How do you mean, Slavin?" questioned Ralph.

"That some of old Gasper Farrington's chickens are coming home to roost!"