"He won't be likely to come," Barnett sighed. "They are all out for
cases whar they kin git ready cash an' plenty of it."

Mostyn turned away. What a wonderful girl Dolly was, he said to
himself, as he strode along, his heart beating with strange new
elation. He was sure she still liked him. She showed it in her eyes,
in her tone of voice. She had not forgotten his last talk with her;
she was so young, so impressionable, and, withal, so genuine!

At the front gate he saw John Webb waiting for him. "You'd better
hurry," Webb smiled, as he swung the gate open. "The bell's done rung.
I seed you an' Dolly walkin' off, an' I was afeared you'd git cold
grub. As for her, she don't care when she eats or what is set before
her."





CHAPTER VI




It was the following Tuesday. Dolly, with a bundle of books and
written exercises under her arm, was returning from school. Close
behind her walked George and Ann.

"I'm ashamed of you both," Dolly said, with a frown. "We've got
company, and you are both as black as the pot. If I were you I'd