od. Your father's the
wise man to try to keep you from being his wife."
"Everyb-body's down on him," she sobbed, "just because he has to
d-drink sometimes on account of his lungs. I didn't know you were so
mean."
"Will you pass the word not to see him again before he leaves in the
morning?"
"Indeed, I won't!"
Sandy stopped the horse. "Then I'll wait till you do."
She tried to take the lines, but he held her hands. Then she declared
she would walk. He helped her out of the buggy and watched her start
angrily forth. In a few minutes she came rushing back.
"Sandy, you know I can't g-go by myself; I am afraid. Take me home."
"And you promise?"
She looked appealingly at him, but found no mercy. "You are the very
m-meanest boy I ever knew. Get me home before d-dad finds out, and
I'll promise anything. But this is the last word I'll ever s-speak to
you as long as I live."
At half-past seven they drove into town. The streets were full of
people and great excitement prevailed.
"They've found out about me!" wailed Annette, breaking her long
silence. "Oh, Sandy, what m-must I do?"
Sandy looked anxiously about him. He knew that an elopement would not
cause the present commotion. "Jimmy!" He leaned out of the buggy and
called to a boy who was running past. "Jimmy Reed! What's the matter?"
Jimmy, breathless and hatless, his whole figure one huge
question-mark, exploded like a bunch of fire-crackers.
"That you, Sandy? Ricks Wilson's broke jail and shot Judge Hollis. It
was at half-past five. Dr. Fenton's been out there ever since. They
say the judge can't live till midnight. We're getting up a crowd to go
after Wilson."
At the first words Sandy had sprung to his feet. "The judge shot!
Ricks Wilson! I'll kill him for that. Get out, Annette. I must go to
the judge. I'll be out to the farm in no time and back in less. Don't
you be letting them start without me, Jimmy."
Whipping the already jaded horse to a run, he dashed through the
crowded streets, over the bridge, and out the turnpike.
Ruth stood at one of the windows at Willowvale, peering anxiously out
into the darkness. Her figure showed distinctly against the light of
the room behind her, but Sandy did not see her.
His soul was in a wild riot of grief and revenge. Two thoughts tore at
his brain: one was to see the judge before he died, and the other was
to capture Ricks Wilson.
CHAPTER XXI
IN THE DARK
An ominous stillness hung
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