He came to Chirstie’s. She was sitting there in the dusk, her head bowed in that despairing way. He gave his horse to Dod with a command, and strode over to where she sat. She needn’t try to resist him now. It was useless.
“I know the whole thing!” he whispered. “I’ve got it all settled.” He took her in his arms. She needn’t struggle. “It’s all right. He’ll never frighten you again. You can’t get away. I’ve come for you!”
Dawn found them sitting there together. Indeed, Wully had to urge his horse along to get home in time for breakfast.
The McLaughlins were assembled for their unexciting morning cornmeal, all at the table together, when Wully announced, in a fine loud voice, among them:
“I’m going to be married to-day, mother!”
Her spoon was halfway to her mouth. It was some time before it reached its destination.
“Wully!” she gasped.
“Well, you needn’t be so surprised. I am.”
“Is it Chirstie?”
Could they ask that!