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Bill said thickly, fiercely. That's
hei"
It's not a lie you were drinkin'
with the lot of them at the inn?"
NO The monosyllable was
wrenched from Bill. NO, but
The big man cut him off abb
ruptly. None of your butts, young
feller."
i didn't know them. They just
sat down at my table" Bill flung
across at him. Il swear 1 didn't
know"
His eyes found his mothers
haggard face, implored her to be-
lieve him.
Then, when they drove up, brave
as YOU please. at IL o'clock, didn't
you fill up their gas tanks and pass
the time O. day with them as happy
as you please?" went on the big
man when they says hands up"
didn't you let them get away with
it? Don't tell me you aren't part
and parcel of the gang"
Monnie said in a low, clear voice,
Don't worry, Bill. We believe you
Wen get a lawyer"
But Bill had been at Black Tree
inn. That alone counted against
him. Her heart was pounding pain
fully. No matter what he had done,
the ODares would stand by MIN.
But how dreadful it all was. The
tag end of a verse she had always
loved came into her mind just then.
THE men of my own stock,
Bitter bad they may be;
But at least they hear the things I
hear,
They see the things I see
Bill looked oddly like their dead
father at this moment. Daddy, the
most honest man who'd ever lived.
No, Bill ODare wasn't-couldn't be
q thief There must be a way out
of this nightmare and Monnie would
have to find II.
or all the townsfolk she could
~ think Of only one friend to APP
peal to. Judge Cory, Miss Anstice's
father. He had been her grand
fathers partner in the law firm OF
Kerrigan & Cory.
She found the judge in his dusty
office above the First National
Bank. Trembling, she told him her
story. The old man looked at her
shrewdly out Of rheumy blue eyes.
I'll go down to see him. Don't
you worry. Did they say anything
about furnishing bail?"
Monnie threw out her hands. I'VE
haven't any money, Judge. 1 didn't
dare ask about it even"
mo. No, I s'pose not" He con-
templated the problem, stroking his
white beard. There isn't any one,
/ suppose"
Monnie flushed. She knew what
he must be thinking. Every one in
town supposed her to be engaged to
Dan Cardigan. Wouldn't the Cardi-
gans help her out-that was what
Judge Cory meant.
mo one" she said with decision.
What the proud Cardigans would
think when they heard that Bill
ODare was in Jail she did not dare
to consider. 1t was Bill she had to
fight for now.
I'll go right down and see the
boy" The old man stood up, reach
ing for his battered panama. III
do the best I can"
She had to be content with thit.,
COMEHOW she managed a smile
- for her mother, waiting down.
stairs. Hes going right over. Don't
worry. I'm sure everything's going
to be all right"
"Monnie, I'm sorry" the older
woman said in low voice, but I'm
not feeling very we'll"
She swayed against the girl, her
face lighted with a deadly pallor.
NIonnie felt the world swimming
around her for one dreadful mo-
ment. Then she heard a friendly
voice. Charles EuStace's.
"Let- me carry her to the car,
Miss O'Dare. -
She saw him swing the slight fig
ure of her mother over the running
board. AS in dream, she followed
him.
That's right. You hold her head