"It was strange that he should come back as he did--just in time; it almost seems like the hand of Providence, doesn't it, Dick?"
"Yes." Lisbeth was standing with her elbows upon the gate and her chin in her hands, staring up at the moon, and I saw that her eyes were wet with tears.
"Why, where is your cap?" she exclaimed, when at last she condescended to look at me.
"On the head of an escaped convict," I answered.
"Do you mean----"
"The 'bye Jarge,'" I nodded.
"Oh, Dick!"
"Yes, Lisbeth; it was a ridiculous piece of sentiment, I admit. Your law-abiding level-headed citizen would doubtless be highly shocked, not to say scandalised; likewise the Law might get up on its hind legs and kick--quite unpleasantly; but all the same, I did it."
"You were never what one might call--very 'level-headed,' were you, Dick?"
"No, I'm afraid not."