Mr. Pryor leaned over the fence, dark purple like a beet now. "You tell me where he is, or I'll choke it out of you," he said. I guess he meant it. I took one long look at his lean, clawlike fingers, and put both hands around my neck. "He knew Thomas saw him. He went that way," I said, waving off toward the north. "Hah! striking for petticoats, as usual!" he cried, and away he went in the direction of his house. Then I flew for the Station. "Come from there, quick!" I cried. "I've sent him back to his house, but when he finds you're not there, he will come here again. Hurry, and I'll put you in the woodshed loft. He'd never think of looking there." He came out and we started toward the house, going pretty fast. Almost to the back gate we met Shelley. "Does mother know?" I asked. "I just told her," she said. "Father," I cried, going in the back dining-room door. "Mr. Pryor was down in the meadow on Ranger. Thomas did see Robert, and his father is hunting him with a gun. We saw him coming, so I hid Robert in the Station and sent Mr. Pryor back home--I guess I told him a lie, father, or at least part of one, I said he went 'that way,' and he did, but not so far as I made his father think; so he started back home, but when he gets there and doesn't find Robert he'll come here again, madder than ever. Oh father, he'll come again, and he's crazy, father! Clear, raving crazy! I know he'll come again!" "Yes," said father calmly. "I think it very probable that he will come again." Then he started around shutting and latching windows, closing and locking the doors, and he carefully loaded his gun, and leaned it against the front casing. Then he put on his glasses, and began examining the papers they had brought out again. Robert stood beside him, and explained and showed him. "You see with me out of the way, the English law would give everything to my cousin," he said, and he explained it all over again. "And to think how he always posed for a perfect saint!" cried the Princess. "Oh I hope the devil knows how to make him pay for what all of us have suffered!" "Child! Child!" cried mother. "I can't help it!" said the Princess. "Let me tell you, Mr. Stanton." Then SHE told everything all over again, but it was even more interesting than the way Robert explained it, because what she said was about how it had been with her and her mother. "It made father what he is," she said. "He would have killed Robert, if our friends hadn't helped him away. He will now, if he isn't stopped. I tell you he will! He sold everything he could legally control, for what any one chose to give him, and fled here stricken in pride, heartbroken, insane with anger, the creature you know. In a minute he'll be back again. Oh what are we going to do?" Father was laying out the papers that he wanted to use very carefully.