Celeste was at his side. Like an infuriated tigress defending her young, she glared into his face, and all but snarled: "Do it, do it, if you dare--and we'll hate you, despise you, curse your name! I'll teach Ruth to spit on your grave." "Lessie, Lessie, my child--my poor child! Do you object to my--" "Object? Would you send him to jail when his reason is wrecked through fear of you--when he is dying?" "Why, Lessie, Lessie, darling child, did you think _that_? Why, I am telephoning for the doctor, that is all. I love William and pity him as much as you do. We must save him, child, we must save him!" CHAPTER XXXIV About a week later Tobe Keith was brought back to Carlin from Atlanta. He was able to walk through the streets from the station to his home. The news reached Kenneth and Martin as they were working in the cotton-fields. The bearer of the tidings said that the sheriff himself had asked that they be informed. Charles was at work close by, and, tossing his straw hat into the air, Kenneth ran toward him, followed by Martin, who was all aglow with joy. "I thought it would be so," Charles said, when he was informed of the good news. With his hat swinging at his side, Kenneth held out his hand to him. "I want to thank you," he said, in a manly tone. "You did it, Brown." And Martin chimed in, a hand outstretched also: "Yes, you did it. If it hadn't been for you he would have stayed here and died. Sister says so." Flushing red, Charles was unable to deny the part he had played, though still unable fully to explain it. At this instant they saw Mary coming down the path. "She's heard, too," Martin chuckled. "It lifts a load off her mind--an awful load of worry. She was always afraid there would be an unfavorable turn down there. And they say Tobe is friendly to us." The two boys went on to meet their sister, but Charles, feeling that he had no valid reason for following them, resumed his work with his hoe in the cotton. Several minutes passed. His back was turned to the trio on the path and he was constantly working away from them. Presently he heard the soft swishing of a starched skirt against the cotton-plants and Mary was at his side. Looking up, he was surprised to find her countenance overcast with a look of depression. "They've gone over to Dodd's to tell father," she said. "They are very, very happy." "But you--?" and he leaned on his hoe. "You don't seem--Has anything gone wrong? Was it--a false report, after all?"