"
"Then Farnsworth had nothing to do with it?" asked Ted.
"Nothing."
"Tell me another thing. Did Farnsworth, so called, have anything to do
with the murder of the Spooner family in Somber Pass?"
"No, I and my men did that. Farnsworth has led a pretty clean life. He
has stood for the crimes I committed for the sake of his sister.
Wherever and whenever I got into a scrape I used his name, and put the
crimes I committed upon him, and he stood for them on account of his
sister's name."
"Is he a bad man? Has he killed many men?"
"Only such as he had to, to defend his sister's name. I say it was I who
was guilty of the crimes charged to him. I hate him, and always have
done so, but I am dying, and it is only fair play to clear him."
"That is all I want to know," said Ted, trying to make the man more
comfortable. But he was beyond help, and in less than a half hour he
sighed, and his wicked spirit passed away.
Ted and Bud buried him on the mountainside, and, after releasing White
Fang, watched it for a few moments.
It went to the edge of a peak overlooking a deep chasm, and there sat on
its haunches howling dismally.
Then, to the amazement of all, it straightened up and leaped far out,
turning over and over in its descent until it fell in the rocky bottom
of the chasm, crushed and broken.
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