Then the talk fell on Buck and his brief passing.
“I wonder where he can be and what he is doing,” sighed Michael. “If he only could have stayed, long enough for me to have a talk with him. I believe I could have persuaded him to a better way. It is the greatest mystery in the world how he got away with those men watching the house. I cannot understand it.”
Starr, her cheeks rosy, her eyes shining mischievously, looked up at him.
“Haven’t you the least suspicion where he was hiding?” she asked.
Michael looked down at her with a sudden start, and smiled into her lovely eyes.
“Why, no. Have you?” he said, and could not keep the worship from his gaze.
“Of course. I knew all the time. Do you think it was very dreadful for me not to tell? I couldn’t bear to have him caught that way before you’d had a chance to help him; and when he used to be so good to you as a little boy; besides, I saw his face, that terrible, hunted look; there wasn’t anything really wrong in my opening that window and throwing them off the track, was there?”
“Did you open the window?”
Starr nodded saucily. “Yes, and Sam saw me do it. Sam knew all about it. Buck went up the chimney right through that hot fire. Didn’t you hear the tongs fall down? He went like a flash before you opened the door, and one foot was still in sight when that sheriff came in. I was so afraid he’d see it. Was it wrong?”
“I suppose it was,” he said sadly. “The law must be maintained. It can’t be set aside for one fellow who has touched one’s heart by some childhood’s action. But right or wrong I can’t help being glad that you cared to do something for poor Buck.”