It was eight o'clock. Jarvis Saunders alighted from the train at Ridgeville, finding his horse hitched to a rack according to the instructions he had left with his overseer. Mounting, he started homeward in a brisk canter through the clear moonlight. He was soon in the main road, and exhilarated by the crisp mountain air, after a sweltering ride in the dusty train. He had reached the boundary fence of Drake's farm when he thought he heard some one crying out. He reined in and listened. "Oh, father, please, please wait!" It was Dolly's voice, and it came from the more darkly shaded part of the road in front of her father's house. Urging his mount forward, Saunders was met by Drake on a plunging horse which he was violently whipping into action. "What is the matter?" Saunders cried out; but with an oath of fury Drake flew past. He was hatless, coatless, and held something clutched in his hand other than the bridle-rein. Fairly astounded and not knowing what to do, Saunders remained in the road for a moment, then the sound of a low sob in the direction from whence Drake had come reminded him of Dolly's nearness, and he guided his horse forward. Suddenly in the corner of a rail fence, her face covered with her hands, he saw Dolly. Springing to the ground, he advanced to her. "Dolly," he said, "what is it--what is wrong?" She uncovered her face, stood staring at him helplessly. She raised her hand and pointed after her father, but, though she tried to speak, she seemed unable to utter a word. "Is there anything I can do?" he asked. "For God's sake, tell me if there is. I want to help you." "Yes, yes," she managed to articulate, "I know--and you are very kind, but--" "You were trying to stop your father," he said. "Would you like for me--" "You couldn't; he would kill you; he has his pistol; he doesn't know what he is doing." "I think I know--I think I can guess--he is going to Atlanta." Dolly nodded mechanically, her mouth open. "Oh, he is making an awful mistake, Mr. Saunders! He wouldn't let me explain. Ann told mother that I went out late one night to meet--meet Mr. Mostyn when he whistled. It was not Mr. Mostyn. It was Tobe Barnett, who came to warn me of father's danger of arrest by the officers. I can tell you--I can trust you, Mr. Saunders. Father is connected with some moonshiners, who--" "I know it," Saunders broke in. "Now, listen to me, Dolly; this thing shall go no further if I can help it. He wants to catch the southbound train. I am going to stop him." "No, no!" Dolly sprang forward, desperately clutching his arm. "He will shoot you." "I _must_ do it!" Saunders caught both her hands in his and pressed them. "You must let me--I have never been able to help you in any way, and I have always wanted to. I'd give my life to--to be of service to you to-night. I feel this thing, little friend. I must do something--I simply must!"