Adam had fallen into the sleep of exhaustion. Durgan stood out on the road and listened and waited. Had Bertha met with some accident, and was this her escort home? Were the horsemen coming for some purpose quite unknown to him, bearing on the mystery of the summit house? Alas! doubt as he would, he knew of one errand which these sounds might easily betoken. It was widely known that Adam had had quarrels with his wife. Soon the men appeared. There were three constables, leading an extra horse. Durgan saw the handcuffs held by the foremost. He ground his teeth in helpless indignation. All the affection he felt for the home of his forefathers, all the warmth of the sights and sounds of his own joyous youth in the Durgan plantations, intensified his sentiment for the friend who still slept on, childlike, with teardrops on his cheek. When Adam was taken, Durgan brooded over this wrong. He realized more and more that his certainty of one man's guilt and the other's innocence was based only on his own estimate of their characters. The one was true to the core, the other false; but how to prove it? About nine o'clock Bertha rode up. Her horse was jaded, her face worn. "I started from Hilyard at daybreak," she said. "I loped nearly all the way." "Did you meet the constables?" Her reply was a monosyllable of brief distress. "You saw Adam--had they 'Dolphus, too?" "Yes. Don't let us talk of it; I can't bear it." She slid from her horse, grateful for respite, and Durgan, seeing her weariness, offered coffee and food. She partook eagerly, as she had eaten little since the day before; but she seemed in no hurry to go on. Hers was a depression from which words did not come easily. He asked if the telegram had been sent. "Yes. Mr. Alden will be here the day after to-morrow." "You had his answer?" "No; but I know he will come as soon as possible. I could not decide what to say and what not, even in cipher; I only said 'Come.'" There was silence again, for Durgan was too heartsore at the injustice done to Adam to think much of anything else. At last Bertha broke out almost fiercely, "It was a glorious sunrise. I saw it as I came over the ridge. The clouds were like a meadow of flame-flower, and the purple color ran riot upon the hills till the common, comfortable sunshine flashed over and made all the world happy, looking as if life was good." "It was not to see the sunrise that you started so early," said he. "No, I could not rest. I was afraid, afraid that you would not believe what I said yesterday." "What part of it?" "About being on your guard. Indeed, indeed I beg of you--laugh if you like, but if you have any regard for me, do as I say. I only ask it until Mr. Alden comes. He will be here the day after to-morrow, I am sure. When I confess that I came so early because I was afraid that you would not take care of yourself, you will take heed, I am sure."