Poor, tired Joshua lifted his clay-daubed hoofs.
"You're not going back ?" cried Gould.

"Hold on, Atkins! Wait!" But Seth did not wait.

Already he had turned his horse's head toward Eastboro, and was driving off.

The lawyer stood still, amazedly looking after him.

Then he went into the house and spent the next quarter of an hour trying to call the Twin-Lights by telephone.