"Well, if you're stuck on her--and I'm damned if I don't believe you are--let me give you a piece of advice. Don't give her no money till she gets on the train, and whatever you do, don't leave her here over night. There's a gang around here"--and he jerked his thumb in the direction of the door--"that might--" and he winked knowingly. "You don't mean--" A cold chill suddenly developed near the roots of my hair and trickled to my spine. "Well, she's too good-lookin' to be wanderin' round huntin' for a boardin'-house. You see her on the train, that's all. Starts at eight to-night. That's the one they all go by--those who git out and can raise the money. She ought to leave now, 'cordin' to the regulations, but as long as you're a friend of Mr. Marny's I'll keep her here in the office till I go home at seven o'clock. Then you'd better have someone to look after her. No, you needn't go back and see her"--this in answer to a movement I made toward the prison door. "I'll fix everything. Mr. Marny knows me." I thanked the Sergeant, and we started for the air outside--something we could breathe, something with a sky overhead and the dear earth underfoot, something the sun warmed and the free wind cooled. Only one thing troubled me now. I could not take the girl to the train myself, neither could Marny, for I had promised to lecture that same night for the Art Club at eight o'clock, and Marny was to introduce me. The railroad station was three miles away. "I've got it!" cried Marny, when we touched the sidewalk, elbowing our way among the crowd of loafers who always swarm about a place of this kind. (He was as much absorbed in the girl's future, when he heard her story, as I was.) "Aunt Chloe lives within two blocks of us--let's hunt her up. She ought to be at home by this time." The old woman was just entering her street door when she heard Marny's voice, her basket on her arm, a rabbit-skin tippet about her neck. "Dat I will, honey," she answered, positively, when the case was laid before her. "_Dat I will_; 'deed an' double I will." She stepped into the house, left her basket, joined us again on the sidewalk, and walked with us back to the Sheriff's office. "All right," said the Sergeant, when we brought her in. "Yes, I know the old woman; the gal will be ready for her when she comes, but I guess I'd better send one of my men along with 'em both far as the depot. Ain't no use takin' no chances." The dear old woman followed us again until we found a clerk in a branch ticket-office, who picked out a long green slip from a library of tickets, punched it with the greatest care with a pair of steel nippers, and slipped it into an official envelope labelled: "K.C. Pineyville, Ky. 8 P.M."