3/17 As the light from the room struck down the hall Ronicky saw his friend stiffen to his full height and strike a hand across his face. "The days of the miracles ain't over!" Ronicky Doone turned his back and went to the window. Across the street rose the forbidding face of the house of John Mark, and it threatened Ronicky Doone like a clenched hand, brandished against him. The shadow under the upper gable was like the shadow under a frowning brow. In that house worked the mind of John Mark. |