Good day to ye, miss," he repeated, and stumped quickly to the buggy awaiting him.

Next moment he had seized the reins and was urging the sorrel mare along the stony lane at her best pace.
Louise was both astonished and disappointed, but after a little thought she looked after the departing agent with a shrewd smile.
"He's afraid to talk," she murmured, "and that only confirms my suspicions that he knows more than he cares to tell." Meantime McNutt was doing his best to get away from the premises before the discovery was made that he had sold two "Lives of the Saints" to one family.

That there might be future consequences to follow his deception never occurred to him; only the immediate necessity for escape occupied his mind.
Nor were his fears altogether groundless.

Turning his head from time to time for a glance behind, he had seen Mr.Merrick come from the barn with a red book in his hand and approach the hammock, whereupon the young lady arose and exhibited a second book.

Then they both dropped the books and ran into the lane and began shouting for him to stop--the man's voice sounding especially indignant and imperative.
But McNutt chose to be deaf.