"
"All right," said Logan. "The calaboose or home. Will you go
home?"
In the moment, the mountain boy had apparently forgotten his
captors--he was staring at June with wonder, amazement,
incredulity struggling through the fumes in his brain to his
flushed face. She--a Tolliver--had warned a stranger against her
own blood-cousin.
"Will you go home?" repeated Logan sternly.
The boy looked around at the words, as though he were half dazed,
and his baffled face turned sick and white.
"Lemme loose!" he said sullenly. "I'll go home." And he rode
silently away, after giving Hale a vindictive look that told him
plainer than words that more was yet to come. Hale had heard
June's warning cry, but now when he looked for her she was gone.
He went in to supper and sat down at the table and still she did
not come.
"She's got a surprise for you," said Mrs. Crane, smiling
mysteriously. "She's been fixing for you for an hour. My! but
she's pretty in them new clothes--why, June!"
June was coming in--she wore her homespun, her scarlet homespun
and the Psyche knot. She did not seem to have heard Mrs. Crane's
note of wonder, and she sat quietly down in her seat.
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