"I went down after you left. I was worried."
"Down there—in that crowd? Good Lord!"
The Judge looked horrified and guilty.
"Yes. My dress got torn and I lost my shawl. But some men helped me up into a doorway. I saw you go by."
She looked up reflectively at Carlin.
"You were crazy to do that!" he cried. "Why on earth—"
"Well, I was worried. I knew you wouldn't be taking that pistol for nothing."
Carlin gazed at her with softened eyes, with compunction, disturbed and pleased too.
"Why, you poor girl! I didn't think you'd worry. You always take everything so quietly. Why, Mary! You in that mob—!"
"I'm glad I went. The crowd was dreadful, but—I'm glad I saw you."