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Show page 194 Katie started drying him. She rubbed vigorously. She worked down to his waist, whirled him around, started on his back. She had him completely dry in less than two minutes. "That's i t , " she said, and handed him the dry clothes. The boy dressed, cocking his head, listening and judging the intensity of the storm. Katie began setting the t a b l e . The boy l i f t ed the pot lid and smelled the stew again. Then he moved to the end of the kitchen work t a b l e , leaned on i t and watched his s i s t e r move back and forth, setting out t h e i r supper. "You aiming to leave with Chief Matthew B i l l Standtall?" the boy asked, finally. Katie smiled s l y l y . "He's a handsome man, i s n ' t he?" "He robbed the bank." Katie stopped in her tracks, tense. "Matthew robbed the bank? Mr. Jamison's bank?" "Just 'fore I left town," the boy said, continuing to lean on the t a b l e . He looked at his s i s t e r calmly. "You aiming to leave with him, a i n ' t you?" Katie put down a dish she was holding and started for the front of the house. She returned immediately with rainhat, slicker, and boots. "Get your slicker and saddle me a horse while I put the food in the oven," she said, anxiously, and stepped to the door and looked out. "The s h e r i f f ' 1 1 be a f t e r him," the boy said. "He'll be coming." As he finished speaking he heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the front porch. The boy darted to the door and threw i t open. A rainy |