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Amy stood up and opened the door a crack, "Amy! Amy!" Clarissa sobbed in a trembling breathless scream, "Amy, he'll get you! I betrayed you! I told him!" Amy put her arm around Clarissa's thin shaking shoulders. "No, Clarissa. He's at my house and I'm at yours. You helped me! I can get away now if I may use your horse and buggy--the boys have my wagon." "Yes, yes, anything," Clarissa qusvared. "I'll get it ready." Amy watched from the bedroom window as Clarissa harnedded the horse and hitched it to the buggy. She led the horse to the corner of the house near the bedroom window. She stopped abruptly. "Amy," she said in a loud whisper, "He's coming back." "Leave the buggy there and hold his attention. I'll try to get away," Her own voice sounded faint and far away. Amy folded her legs and skirt under her and sat on the floor close to the window. It faced the wrong way for her to see the marshal. But she could hear anything he said. Clarissa's quavering voice came to her. "Good day, Marshal. You are back quickly, Did you meet with success?" "I lay odds you can answer that, Miss Knight. Going some- where?" "Me? Oh-the buggy. As a matter of fact, yes. I make calls in the afternoon." "It's a little early for that, isn't it, madam?" His voice was gruff. "No," Clarissa stuttered, "No...I..a...like to be pre-pared." Amy heard Clarissa draw a deep breath. "Marshal Forbes, I am afraid I was unreasonable before. Your badge frightened me. Perhaps you will come in for a slice of fresh bread with honey. - 15 - |
