He gave the paper to the borrower, who, looking at it, turning it over and over, replied: "All right. Don't need it—yit."
"Say, Laz, come over with me to the mill. There's suthin' I want to put away."
As they were going out through the gap, Lou came running into the yard.
CHAPTER XVII.
NOT TO TELL HER A LIE.
The girl ran to the rocking-chair, sat down and covering her face with her hands, uttered what to her must have been a sad lament: "Oh, she has made a coward out of me." A moment later Tom came, walking briskly.
"Miss Lou," he said, slowly approaching, "what made you run away from me? I wanted to tell you—"
She sprang to her feet and with snapping eyes exclaimed: "What do you want to tell me? Somethin' that ain't true. Do you want to look a lie at me?"
"No, I want to tell you something that is true. Do you know why I let that scoundrel Peters insult me?"