Dick Marr was your friend! Take your choice.

You go on down, Pringle, while the sheriff is looking over the relative advantages of the two propositions.

I think Miss Vorhis may have something to say to you." * * * * * She came to meet him; Foy and the Major waited by the horses.

"John!" she said.

"Faithful John!" She sought his hands.
"There now, honey--don't take on so! Don't! It's all right! You know what the poet says: "Cast your bread upon the waters And you may live to say: 'Oh, how I wish I had the crust That once I threw away!'" Her throat was pulsing swiftly; her eyes were brimming with tears, bruised for lost sleep.
"Dearest and kindest friend! When I think what you have done for me--that you faced shame worse than death--guarded by unprovable honor--John! John!" "Why, you mustn't, honey--you mustn't do that! Why, Stella, you're crying--for me! You mustn't do that, Little Next Door!" "If you had been killed, taking Chris--or after you gave him up--no one but me would have ever believed but that you meant it." "But you believed, Stella ?" "Oh, I knew! I knew!" "Even when you first heard of it ?" "I never doubted you--not one instant! I knew what you meant to do.
You knew I loved him.