Guilt But Submits Sullenly to Arrest.

Particulars followed.

"Last evening Shelby's clean record was blackened by outrageous
crime. Some time after nightfall a carter was driving home by
Factory Road, when just as he was nearing Long Bridge one of his
horses shied so violently that he barely escaped being thrown from
his seat. As he had never known the animal to shy like this
before, he was curious enough to get down and look about him for
the cause. Dark Hollow is never light, but it is impenetrable
after dark, and not being able to see anything, he knelt down in
the road and began to feel about with his hand. This brought
results. In a few moments he came upon the body of a man lying
without movement, and seemingly without life.

"Long Bridge is not a favourite spot at night, and, knowing that
in all probability an hour might elapse before assistance would
arrive in the shape of another passer-by, he decided to carry his
story straight to Claymore Tavern. Afterwards he was heard to
declare that it was fortunate his horses were headed that way
instead of the other, or he might have missed seeing the skulking
figure which slipped down into the ravine as he made the turn at
the far end of the bridge--a figure which had no other response to
his loud 'Hola!' than a short cough, hurriedly choked back. He
could not see the face or identify the figure, but he knew the
cough. He had heard it a hundred times; and, saying to himself,
'I'll find fellers enough at the tavern, but there's one I won't
find there and that's John Scoville,' he whipped his horse up the
hill and took the road to Claymore.