don't know what Miss Dolly has--"

"Yes, I do, Barnett," Mostyn declared. "I know."

"Now, go back to Annie and Robby, Tobe," Dolly advised. "Poor girl!
She will be uneasy about you."

"No, she won't bother," Barnett answered, firmly. "She'd be willing to
have me go to jail to help you, Miss Dolly. She is that grateful she'd
cut off her hands to oblige you, an' she will be powerful happy when
she knows this went through all right. Good night, Miss Dolly; good
night, Mr. Mostyn."

Dolly and her companion turned back toward the house as Barnett
trudged off down the road.

"Well, I'm glad it came out all right," Mostyn said, lamely; but
Dolly, still listless, made no reply. Silently she walked by his side,
her pretty head down. An impulse of the heart impelled him to take her
hand. He was drawing her yielding form to him when she looked straight
into his eyes.

"I was wondering--" she began, but checked herself.

"What were you wondering, Dolly?" The fire of his whole being was
roused; it throbbed in his lips, thickened his tongue, and blazed in
his eyes. It filled his voice like a stream from a bursting dam.

"Why, I was wondering"--her sweet face glowed in the moonlight as from
the reflection of his own--"I was wondering how you happened to think