I swear if you and I ever come face to face again, I'll kill you!' "We backed out of the door then, an' up the road.

But nobody follered us." Jane found herself weeping passionately.

She had not been conscious of it till Lassiter ended his story, and she experienced exquisite pain and relief in shedding tears.

Long had her eyes been dry, her grief deep; long had her emotions been dumb.

Lassiter's story put her on the rack; the appalling nature of Venters's act and speech had no parallel as an outrage; it was worse than bloodshed.