"I don't understand this!" he cried, raising his voice as he endeavored to return Prentiss's steely gaze with one of defiance. "But I'll serve notice now that I'll have the commission to which I'm entitled, or I'll sue for it and tie the whole thing up!" Gov'nor Sudds started to his feet to voice a hot protest, as did other leading citizens who saw the chance to rehabilitate their fortunes vanish at the threat, but they were overshadowed, overborne by the more vigorous personality of Mr. Teeters, who suddenly dominated the scene from the door of the dining room where he had been listening intently. As if no longer able to contain himself, Teeters strode forward, shaking at Toomey the finger of emphasis: "Then," he cried, "you'll do your suin' from a cell! If I hold in any longer I'm goin' to choke! I'm goin' to speak, if she won't." He motioned towards Kate. "I want these folks to know what that yella-back has been keepin' to himself all these years for some reason that only himself and the Almighty knows. _He_ owned the gun that killed Mormon Joe! _He_ sold it to the 'breed,' Mullendore! _He_ could have proved Kate Prentiss's innocence any time he wanted to--and _he kept his mouth shut_! I'm no legal sharp, but I won't believe there ain't some law that'll put the likes o' him where he belongs." Toomey shrank under the attack as though beneath actual blows; he seemed to contract beneath the focused gaze of eyes that contained anger, scorn, in some instances, incredulity. He looked for a moment as though he were going to faint, then he clutched the edge of the table cloth in a convulsive grip, and shouted with an attempt at his old braggadocio: "It's a lie!" "It's the truth!" Teeters thundered, opposite. "Mullendore confessed. Anyhow, I've got other proof--the original owner of the gun who left it at your house when he was a kid. Feller--come out." "Disston!" Toomey gasped as Hugh stepped from the semidusk of the corridor into the light. The thing he had feared most since some ugly perversity of his nature had kept him silent because of his dislike of Mormon Joe and Kate had come to pass. In the swift movement of events, matters of more interest were transpiring than Toomey's nervous collapse. With a cry that has no counterpart save as it comes straight from a woman's heart, Kate had sprung to her feet and gone to Disston with her hands outstretched. "Hughie! Hughie! You've come back. Speak--say something so I'll know that I'm awake." The Boosters' Club and its guests did not exist for Kate. "Katie--Katie Prentice, is this wonderful girl you?" His face was radiant with admiration and amazement as he held her at arms' length. "For months and months, Hughie," she said softly, "I've wanted to tell you that I was wrong and you were right. There is nothing of any great importance except love. _Without it success is empty--empty as a gourd!_ Tell me, Hughie--tell me quick that it isn't too late to make amends for my mistake!"