"About dinner time," said Tess.
"Well, now it's after five. If he'd seen him, they'd have been back before this. What does Bishop think about it?"
"Oh, Andy's quite sure Sandy didn't see him, ..." Tess explained, shaking her head.
"Anyhow, it's no use to worry, honey," smiled Young.
The next morning three men in a wagon passed the Kennedy farm. Ebenezer Waldstricker was driving and beside him sat Lysander Letts. Alone on the back seat sprawled the big sheriff, a half-smoked cigar between his teeth.
When they reached Young's barn, they left their rig and walked quietly toward the house.
"You don't want to give 'em any chance to get the dwarf out of the way, sir," said the sheriff. "We'd better get in without their knowing we're here."
"Yes," agreed Waldstricker.
They'd rounded the porch and were in the living room before Deforrest Young and Tessibel Skinner were aware of their coming. The officer held a revolver in his hand. Leering triumphantly, Waldstricker spoke to Young.