Instantly Polly sobered. “That is true, Princess,” she agreed, “and I am desperately sorry for Nan and would spare her if we could, but do you think it right to let an intended thief go free? Besides, if we do cut him loose how do we know he will not seize your box away from us?”
“Because I should drive up almost to the Webster farm, where we could be heard if we called for help before letting him go. And anyhow even if we don’t let him go free I should like to talk to him.”
Polly shook her head. “Don’t try reformation at the eleventh hour, I don’t believe in it,” she declared.
Notwithstanding this Betty drove on until within hailing distance of the Webster farm house and then, without asking further advice from Polly, calmly brought her pony to a standstill.
The young fellow made no effort to come nearer the sleigh or even to tear himself away, but kept gazing in astonishment at Betty as she dismounted and walked fearlessly up to him.
“What made you want to take my jewelry, Anthony?” she inquired. “I know your name because I have heard Nan speak so often of you. I wonder if you have ever tried to steal anything before?” She said this apparently to herself since the boy did not seem inclined to answer. And then Betty shook her lovely head softly. “I wonder what it feels like to want to steal?” she questioned. “It must be some very dreadful reason that tempts one. You see I have never been poor myself or known what it was to want terribly anything I could not have.” And then very swiftly and without allowing time for Polly to stop her, Betty drew out her Camp Fire knife and cut the rope that bound the young fellow’s arms to his sides. “I don’t know whether it is right or wrong for me to do this,” she confessed, “but for Nan’s sake I cannot bear to hold you a prisoner.”
Then both to her surprise and Polly’s, Anthony made no movement and at the same instant the girls to their embarrassment saw that he was crying. Not weeping like some girls to whom tears come easily, but shaken by dry painful sobs, as though his shame and self-abasement were too great to be borne.
“It was for Nan’s sake that I wanted to get away,” he confessed finally, pulling himself together by a tremendous effort. “I thought maybe if I could get a chance like she is having, somewhere away from here where no one knew me, that I might be able to do something for myself. It was nearly killing me thinking I had ruined everything for her.”
“So you were intending to steal in order to begin leading a better life,” Betty repeated thoughtfully, and the young man flashed an angry look at her. But she was not trying to be sarcastic and the expression on her face at that moment he never afterwards forgot.
“I should hate you to stop trying to make things right for yourself and Nan because you began the wrong way,” she continued after a little thoughtful pause. Then with a blush and an humble look very characteristic of Betty when wishing to be allowed to do another person a favor, she picked up her purse bag from the bottom of the sleigh and slipping her hand in it drew out a crumpled bill.