God helped me,
though. He heard my prayers. I'll never again think there is no God,
as a lot of us used to think at the University. You don't know the
agony of dread and fear in which I'm living now. Something tells me
that they will get me and that I'll never have the chance to find
Isaac Perry, to force him to tell the truth."
"I am sure you will find him, David," she said, but her heart was very
cold.
The circus tents were just ahead of them now. The band was playing and
people were hurrying along the poorly lighted streets, sheltered by
umbrellas, all bound for the "grounds."
David's lips were rigid; his eyes saw nothing of the scene ahead, nor
were his ears conscious of the music.
"Christine, I am going to kill my uncle Frank," he said, quite calmly.
"Oh, David!"
"If I find I can't clear myself, I am going back there and shoot him
down like a dog--just as he shot his poor old fa--father." His body
shook with the racking sobs that choked him.
"You must not do that," she implored, terrified. "Then they would
surely hang you."
"Ah, but I wouldn't mind it then," he said between his teeth.
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