"That no one was watching him," he answered.

"Watching him? I don't understand."

"Yes; he has been shot at from the woods at night and----"

The girl shivered. "But who watches him?"

"The young men of the town. He has a habit of taking long walks after

dark, and he is heedless of all remonstrance. He laughs at the idea of

curtailing the limit of his strolls or keeping within the town when night

has fallen; so the young men have organized a guard for him, and every

evening one of them follows him until he goes to the office to work for

the night. It is a different young man every evening, and the watcher

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follows at a distance so that he does not suspect."

"But how many people know of this arrangement?"

"Nearly every one in the county except the Cross-Roads people, though it

is not improbable that they have discovered it."

"And has no one told him"

"No; it would annoy him; he would not allow it to continue. He will not

even arm himself."

"They follow and watch him night after night, and every one knows and no

one tells him? Oh, I must say," cried the girl, "I think these are good

people."

The stalwart old man on the front seat shook out the reins and whined the

whip over his roans' backs. "They are the people of your State and mine.

Miss Sherwood," he said in his hearty voice, "the best people in God's

world--and I'm not running for Congress, either!"

"But how about the Six-Cross-Roads people, father?" asked Minnie.

"We'll wipe them clean out some day," answered her father--"possibly

judicially, possibly----"

"Surely judiciously?" suggested Miss Sherwood.

"If you care to see what a bad settlement looks like, we'll drive through

there to-morrow--by daylight," said Briscoe. "Even the doctor doesn't

insist on being in that neighborhood after dark. They are trying their

best to get Harkless, and if they do----"

"If they do!" repeated Miss Sherwood. She clasped Fisbee's hand gently.

His eyes shone and he touched her fingers with a strange, shy reverence.

"You will meet him to-morrow," he said.

She laughed and pressed his hand. "I'm afraid not. He wasn't even

interested enough to look at me."




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