CHAPTER XXI

PARLEY That first Sunday out of Fairfield, Craig had earned his dinner by pumping the organ in that church where he had slept--making it a night and a day to recall his stern upbringing, and awaken the faith of his ancestors. After that, he had struck north, for no other reason than that he knew that from Chicago came Ben Jarvis, and that Ben’s name was next in that red ledger of his. He would have to take Ben. But his plans were vague. They were, until he came upon the deserted section of a Chicago newspaper--part…