By and by Rachel came in to make the fire. She tiptoed to the bed and
peeped through the curtains.
"You 'wake, Miss Rufe? Dey's been terrible goings on in town last
night! Didn't you hear de posse goin' by?"
"What was it? What's the matter?" cried Ruth, sitting up in bed.
"Dat jail-bird Wilson done shot Jedge Hollis. 'Mos' ebery man in town
went out to ketch him. Dey been gone all night."
"Sandy went with them," thought Ruth, in sudden relief; then she
thought of the judge.
"Oh, Rachel, is he dangerously hurt? Will he die?"
"De las' accounts was mighty bad. Dey say de big doctors is a-comin'
up from de city to prode fer de bullet."
"What made him shoot him? How could he be so cruel, when the dear old
judge is so good and kind to everybody?"
"Jes pore white trash, dat Wilson," said Rachel, contemptuously, as
she coaxed the kindling into a blaze.
Ruth got up and dressed. Beneath the deep concern which she felt was
the flutter of returning hope. Sandy's first duty was to his
benefactor. She knew how he loved the old judge and with what prompt
action he would avenge his wrong. She could trust him to follow honor
every time.
"Some ob 'em 's comin' back now!" cried Rachel from the window. "I's
gwine down to de road an' ax 'em if dey ketched him.
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