I hitched my filly and jumped on the rack saying: "Drive up the road as quick as you can.

A man has been murdered." What a fearful word it was that I had spoken! What a panic it made in the little dooryard! The man gasped and jerked the reins and shouted to his horses and began swearing.

The woman uttered a little scream and the children ran crying to her side.

Now for the first time I felt the dread significance of word and deed.

I had had no time to think of it before.
I thought of the robber fleeing, terror-stricken, in the growing darkness.
The physical facts which are further related to this tragedy are of little moment to me now.