The child was in bed, the dolls beside her.

She was not asleep, however.

The tear stains on her cheeks and the dampness of the pillow showed how she had spent the time since leaving the dining-room.
Shadrach put the lamp upon the washstand, pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down.

He took her hand in his.
"Mary-'Gusta," he said, gently, "you knew 'twas my gun that Ab Bacheldor was tryin' to shoot David with ?" Mary-'Gusta moved her head up and down on the pillow.
"Yes, sir," she said.
"You was here when he borrowed it ?" "Yes, sir.

And then I knew it was yours when he had it there in the field.