But Uncle Billy
led her back to his cabin, and on the porch the two, with old Hon,
waited while the three hours dragged along. It was June who was
first to hear the galloping of horses' hoofs up the road and she
ran to the gate, followed by Uncle Billy and old Hon to see young
Dave Tolliver coming in a run. At the gate he threw himself from
his horse:
"Git up thar, June, and go home," he panted sharply. June flashed
out the gate.
"Have you done it?" she asked with deadly quiet.
"Hurry up an' go home, I tell ye! Uncle Judd wants ye!"
She came quite close to him now.
"You said you'd do it--I know what you've done--you--" she looked
as if she would fly at his throat, and Dave, amazed, shrank back a
step.
"Go home, I tell ye--Uncle Judd's shot. Git on the hoss!"
"No, no, NO! I wouldn't TOUCH anything that was yours"--she put
her hands to her head as though she were crazed, and then she
turned and broke into a swift run up the road.
Panting, June reached the gate. The front door was closed and
there she gave a tremulous cry for Bub. The door opened a few
inches and through it Bub shouted for her to come on.
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