Thus propelled, Katy rose and checked her tears and passed out of the squire's office.
When she had gone, David took up his burden manfully, though somewhat savagely. David was proud once more, but the pride was that of honor, not of haughtiness. John Hartman had had a code of honor; it was that which had broken his heart. Millerstown had a similar code of honor. By inheritance or by observation had David learned the way of a just man.
"Now," said he, "we will find Alvin."
"To-night, David?"
"Yes, to-night."
"But Alvin will know nothing!"
"But we will find Alvin."