"Well, go back, if yeh want to!" A cricket at the roadside exploded suddenly in his shrill song, and a woman, who had been standing near, shrieked in startled terror. An electric movement went through the group of women. They jumped and gave vent to sudden screams. With the fears still upon their agitated faces, they turned to berate the one who had shrieked. "My! what a goose you are, Sallie! Why, it took my breath away. Goodness sakes, don't holler like that again!" II "Hol' on a minnet!" Peter Witheby was crying to the major, as the latter, full of the importance and dignity of his position as protector of Migglesville, paced forward swiftly. The veteran already felt upon his brow a wreath formed of the flowers of gratitude, and as he strode he was absorbed in planning a calm and self-contained manner of wearing it. "Hol' on a minnet!" piped old Peter in the rear. At last the major, aroused from his dream of triumph, turned about wrathfully. "Well, what?" "Now, look a' here," said Peter. "What 'che goin' t' do?" The major, with a gesture of supreme exasperation, wheeled again and went on. When he arrived at the cornfield he halted and waited for Peter. He had suddenly felt that indefinable menace in the landscape. "Well?" demanded Peter, panting. The major's eyes wavered a trifle. "Well," he repeated--"well, I'm goin' in there an' bring out that there rebel." They both paused and studied the gently swaying masses of corn, and behind them the looming woods, sinister with possible secrets. "Well," said old Peter. The major moved uneasily and put his hand to his brow. Peter waited in obvious expectation. The major crossed through the grass at the roadside and climbed the fence. He put both legs over the topmost rail and then sat perched there, facing the woods. Once he turned his head and asked, "What?" "I hain't said anythin'," answered Peter. The major clambered down from the fence and went slowly into the corn, his gun held in readiness. Peter stood in the road. Presently the major returned and said, in a cautious whisper: "If yeh hear anythin', you come a-runnin', will yeh?" "Well, I hain't got no gun nor nuthin'," said Peter, in the same low tone; "what good 'ud I do?" "Well, yeh might come along with me an' watch," said the major. "Four eyes is better'n two." "If I had a gun--" began Peter. "Oh, yeh don't need no gun," interrupted the major, waving his hand: "All I'm afraid of is that I won't find 'im. My eyes ain't so good as they was." "Well--" "Come along," whispered the major. "Yeh hain't afraid, are yeh?" "No, but--" "Well, come along, then. What's th' matter with yeh?" Peter climbed the fence. He paused on the top rail and took a prolonged stare at the inscrutable woods. When he joined the major in the cornfield he said, with a touch of anger: "Well, you got the gun. Remember that. If he comes for me, I hain't got a blame thing!" "Shucks!" answered the major. "He ain't agoin' t' come for yeh."