"The black-hearted murderer!" cried Sandy. "I could swear I saw him hiding in the bushes between here and the Junction." The doctor threw a side glance at Mr. Meech, then said significantly: "Have they started?" "Not yet. If there's nothing I can do for the judge, I'm going with them." "That's right. I'd go, too, if I were not needed here. Wait a minute, Sandy." His face looked old and worn. "Have you happened to see my Nettie since noon?" "That I have, doctor. She was driving with me, and the harness broke. She's home now." "Thank God!" cried the doctor. "I thought it was Nelson." Sandy passed through the dining-room and was starting up the steps when he heard his name spoken. "Mist' Sandy! 'Fore de Lawd, where you been at? Oh, we been habin' de terriblest times! My pore old mas'r done been shot down wifout bein' notified or nuthin'. Pray de Lawd he won't die! I knowed somepin' was gwine happen. I had a division jes 'fore daybreak; dey ain't no luck worser den to dream 'bout a tooth fallin' out. Oh, Lordy! Lordy! I hope he ain't gwine die!" "Hush, Aunt Melvy! Where's Mrs. Hollis?" "She's out in de kitchen, heatin' water an' waitin' on de doctor. She won't let me do nuthin'. Seems lak workin' sorter lets off her feelin's. Pore Miss Sue!" She threw her apron over her head and swayed and sobbed. As Sandy tried to pass, she stopped him again, and after looking furtively around she fumbled in her pocket for something which she thrust into his hand. "Hit's de pistol!" she whispered. "I's skeered to give it to nobody else, 'ca'se I's skeered dey'd try me for a witness. He done drap it 'longside de kitchen door. You won't let on I found it, honey? You won't tell nobody?" He reassured her, and hastened to his room. Lighting his lamp, he hurriedly changed his coat for a heavier, and was starting in hot haste for the door when his eyes fell upon the pistol, which he had laid on the table. It was a fine, pearl-handled revolver, thirty-eight caliber. He looked at it closer, then stared blankly at the floor. He had seen it before that afternoon. "Why, Carter must have given Ricks the pistol," he thought. "But Carter was out at the Junction. What time did it happen?" He sat on the side of the bed and, pressing his hands to his temples, tried to force the events to take their proper sequence. "I don't know when I left town," he thought, with a shudder; "it must have been nearly four when I met Carter and Annette. He took the train back. Yes, he would have had time to help Ricks. But I saw Ricks out the turnpike. It was half-past five, I remember now. The doctor said the judge was shot at a quarter of six." A startled look of comprehension flashed over his face. He sprang to his feet and tramped up and down the small room. "I know I saw Ricks," he thought, his brain seething with excitement. "Annette saw him, too; she described him. He couldn't have even driven back in that time."