She opened the gate and passed out. He hung back, feeling that she
might not desire his presence at the meeting with Barnett, but again
she grasped his hand.

"Come on," she said. "Tobe will understand."

Crossing the road and walking along the edge of the wood for about a
hundred yards, they were presently checked by another whistle, and the
gaunt mountaineer emerged from the dense underbrush. Seeing Mostyn, he
paused as if startled, saying nothing, his eyes shifting helplessly.

"It's Mr. Mostyn--he knows everything, Tobe," Dolly threw in quickly.
"He's on our side--he's a friend. Now, tell me, what did you do?"

"Got to the still just in the nick o' time," Tobe said, panting, for
he had been running. "The gang started to handle me purty rough at
first--thought I was a spy--but your pa stepped in an' made 'em have
sense. They couldn't move any of their things on such short notice,
but the last one escaped just as the officers was ready for the rush."

"But my father?" Dolly inquired, anxiously.

"He's all right--he said he'd be home before morning. He has no idea
that you know about it."

"I'm glad of that. Oh, Tobe, you have been good to me to-night!" Dolly
took the humble fellow's hands and shook them affectionately.

"Well, if you hain't been good to me an' mine nobody ever was to a
soul on _this_ earth," Barnett half sobbed. "Mr. Mostyn, maybe you