"On your promise to marry me."
"Oh, no!" she cried sharply, "not that!"
"Just that," insisted the Squire.
"And if I don't promise?" she asked in a low tone.
"It puts him in a place where you can't marry him," answered her companion promptly.
They drove on in silence until the edge of the town was reached.
"Here we are in town," the Squire said. "Shall I drive you to the sheriff's office with me?"
"Why are you going there?" asked his companion faintly.
"To give up this hat and swear out a warrant for its owner."
"Don't go!" pleaded Sally.