“Then to-morrow afternoon,” she cried, with a tender smile that lingered as a caress long after she had passed from the door.
CHAPTER VI—THE TRAIN FOR THE NORTH
ONE by one the boys engaged in the masquerade at the Judge’s the night of his death slipped out of Independence from various nearby stations and left for the West. An hour before the time for Billy’s train going North John went to his room for a chat before saying good-bye. Billy had begun to unpack his trunk.
John seized his arm.
“What’s this—what’s the matter?”
“I’m not going!” he snapped.
“Why not?”
“I’ve found out that you may be put on trial for your life.”