ever since the first'"] Two hours later, when the permit came, Sandy walked out of the jail into the court-house square.

A crowd had collected, for Ruth had told her story and the news had spread; public favor was rapidly turning in his direction.
He looked about vaguely, as a man who has gazed too long at the sun and is blinded to everything else.
"I've got my buggy," cried Jimmy Reed, touching him on the arm.

"Where do you want to go ?" Sandy hesitated, and a dozen invitations were shouted in one breath.
He stood irresolute, with his foot on the step of the buggy; then he pulled himself up.
"To Judge Hollis," he said..