Through the windows came the noise of baying hounds. It instantly attracted their attention, as it ever will that of Kentuckians. "What's that? A fox-hunt?"
Frank had hurried to the window and was looking out. "No," he answered, in incredulous amazement, "it's Holton and his gang. They're hunting Joe Lorey with dogs!"
Madge hurried to his side, distressed beyond the power of words to tell. "Oh, oh!" she cried. "They're coming this way, and—and—who's that?"
As she spoke Joe Lorey dashed up, breathless to the window.
CHAPTER XIX
The moonshiner stood there, pathetic in his beaten strength before them.
"They're huntin' me with dogs!" he said. "They're goin' to string me up without justice or mercy!"
Madge hurried to his side. "Joe, they shan't do it!" she exclaimed, and took his hand.