Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
Then he realized the seriousness of such an accusation, the necessity
of accounting for himself before a legal investigation, and this, to
escape one false criminal charge, must needs lead to a prosecution
for another equally false. The alternative of flight presented itself
instantly. “I can explain later, if necessary, as well as now,” he
thought. “I’m a thousand times obliged to you for telling me,” he added
aloud, but to his amazement and terror the man was wringing his hands
convulsively and his face was contorted with the agony of a terrible
expectation.
“Don’t thank me,” he said huskily. Then, with a sudden hope, “Is thar
enny way out’n this place ’ceptin’ yon?” he nodded his head toward the
ballroom on the other side of the partition.
“No, none,” gasped Royce, his nerves beginning to comprehend the
situation, while it still baffled his brain.
“I’m too late, I’m too late!” exclaimed Haines in a tense, suppressed
voice. “The sher’ff’s thar, ’mongst the others, in that room. I viewed
him thar a minit ago.”
Assuming that he knew the worst, Royce’s courage came back. With some
wild idea of devising a scheme to meet the emergency, he sprang upon
the vacant stage, on which the curtain had been rung down despite the
applause, still resolutely demanding a repetition of the feat, and
through the rent in the trembling fabric swiftly surveyed the house
with a new and, alas, how different a motive! His eyes instantly fixed
upon the rustic face, the hair parted far to the side, as the sheriff
vigorously stamped his feet and clapped his hands in approbation. That
oasis of refined, ideal light where Miss Fordyce sat did not escape
Royce’s attention even at this crisis. Had he indeed brought this
sorry, ignoble fate upon himself that he might own one moment in her
thoughts, one glance of her eye, that he might sing his song to her
ear? He had certainly achieved this, he thought sardonically. She would
doubtless remember him to the last day she should live. He wondered if
they would iron him in the presence of the ladies. Could he count upon
his strong young muscles to obey his will and submit without resistance
when the officers should lay their hands upon him, and thus avoid a
scene?
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