Even though the constable was only half-seen, there was about him a great hesitation that was mingled with a certain furtiveness as he came through the darkness. Jeff waited, more than a little surprised. Bill Ellis came nearer and whispered, "Where you been?" "Why--Ackerton." The kitten miaouwed again and Bill Ellis took a backward step. "What's that?" "Just a kitten that I'm bringing to Granny Wilson." There was vast urgency in Bill Ellis' voice as he said, "Don't go there. Turn around and get out of the hills. Don't come back." "Why?" "Never mind why. Just go." "I'm going to Granny's." Bill Ellis' shrug was more sensed than seen. "You got a gun?" "Why--no." "Where is it?" "At Granny's. By the way, here's the letter from the school." He took the letter from an inside pocket and handed it over. Bill Ellis accepted it, but it seemed unimportant. "If you won't run," he said, "get to Granny's and get your gun while darkness lasts. Don't go anywhere again without it." "But--" "Do as I say and--" there was a definite note of fear in Bill Ellis' voice--"don't tell anybody I told you." He turned and walked swiftly away, as though the peddler had suddenly become an outcast or tainted being with whom he must not have further contact. Jeff stood a moment, completely bewildered. Why this unexpected warning? What had come into the hills since he'd left for Ackerton? Why was Bill Ellis afraid? Jeff called softly, "Bill." The constable waited. Jeff trotted to him. "Tell me some more." "I've told you enough. Don't go out unless you can protect yourself. I can do nothing for you, and the best thing you can do is run." "Nobody would gun down an unarmed man." "Don't be a fool." "I see. Bill, did Johnny Blazer have a gun when he was found?" "No. Leave me now. It's growing lighter." Jeff resumed his journey up the road, and the kitten stretched all four paws against his neck. Shaking his head uncertainly, he did not turn aside when he came to Johnny Blazer's cabin. Bill Ellis had told him to get to Granny's and arm himself--before daylight. He'd better do it. The sun was just rising when Jeff came to Granny's green hill, and he heard Pal's happy roar of welcome. He quickened his steps, and even on this hill of peace he had an uncomfortable feeling that he was watched by furtive eyes. Johnny Blazer had been shot down in cold blood. At the door, he composed himself. Granny and Dan must not be worried. When he entered the cabin, an ecstatic Pal flung himself forward and Jeff tickled the big dog's ears. He turned to meet Granny, who always rose with the sun. "Hiya, Granny!" He plucked the kitten from his shoulder. "I brought you a present!" "Oh, the love!" Granny cuddled the kitten against her cheek. Knowing experienced hands and instantly liking Granny almost as much as she loved him, the kitten licked her cheek with a pink tongue and fell to purring. Rubbing sleepy eyes, pajama-clad Dan came from his bedroom. "Jeff!" "Hi, Dan!"