"Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've
got one of 'em!"
"Come along," cried Jack. ’ That wonderful poster—is of you. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. Before he could fire a second shot, Jack had to defend himself from the thieftaker, who, with his drawn hanger, furiously assaulted him. To tell Ruth anything, it would be necessary to tell her
everything; and I cannot and you must not. ’
‘Can you prove it?’ demanded Hilary. She was not quite clear how she should
find it, but she felt she would. “And you must please not look at me as though I were an executioner,” she
declared lightly. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her
eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. ‘Help yourself, Hilary.
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