"Repeat his exact words," said the deep voice again as calmly as
though nothing had happened.
"He said, 'I'm goin' over to the Gap--'" and still Rufe's black
eyes held her with mesmeric power--would she lie for him--would
she lie for him?
It was a terrible struggle for June. Her father was there, her
uncle Dave was dead, her foster-uncle's life hung on her next
words and she was a Tolliver. Yet she had given her oath, she had
kissed the sacred Book in which she believed from cover to cover
with her whole heart, and she could feel upon her the blue eyes of
a man for whom a lie was impossible and to whom she had never
stained her white soul with a word of untruth.
"Yes," encouraged the deep voice kindly.
Not a soul in the room knew where the struggle lay--not even the
girl--for it lay between the black eyes of Rufe Tolliver and the
blue eyes of John Hale.
"Yes," repeated the deep voice again. Again, with her eyes on
Rufe, she repeated:
"'I'm goin' over to the Gap--'" her face turned deadly white, she
shivered, her dark eyes swerved suddenly full on Hale and she said
slowly and distinctly, yet hardly above a whisper:
"'TO KILL ME A POLICEMAN.
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