The man released him in a minute or two, and Tommy rushed at him with both fists. The farmer laughed.
"Guess you won't come knockin' about this barn again in a hurry," he said as he pushed him easily into the yard and closed the great door with a thud.
For a moment Tommy stood, white with anger. Then he thought of Madge, who had been a spectator of the tragedy. But she was nowhere to be seen, and he walked gloomily down the lane.
Now Madge, with a beating heart and a stricken conscience, had fled for help, running blindly down the lane, with the idea of securing the first ally who should appear.
And she almost ran into the arms of the pale boy from the Grange.
"Hullo, what's the matter?" he asked, looking at Madge curiously.
Madge blurted out the story, with eager eyes.
'Could he help her? Was there anybody near who could save Tommy from a probable and violent death?'
The pale boy looked at her admiringly, as he considered the question.
Then,