“What’s got into you, Joe? What do you mean by a trial in court and—”
“I’m just giving you a few instructions, Serepty, in case anything does happen. I’ve been a little worried over you, anyhow.”
“Worried over me?”
“Yes. You’re so darned good and conscientious, as the saying is, that I’ve worried myself sick over you. I mean about swearing to a lie. Of course Silas and I would swear to a thousand of ’em if necessary, but would you? That’s what’s worryin’ me. Would—”
“I would swear to a million of them,” she cried, “if it would be any help to Oliver October.”
“Birds of a feather,” said Mr. Sikes, rather proudly.
An automobile, packed with men and running at a high rate of speed, flashed past the Baxter house and was almost instantly lost to sight around the bend.
“They ought to be locked up,” cried Mrs. Grimes, scandalized.
Mr. Sikes seized the opportunity to utter one withering word—and on his lips it had all the ferocity of a curse.
“Prohibition!” he snarled, his voice cracking on the last syllable.