Again he looked into the fearless eyes of a Southern gentlewoman who mocked him while her lover husband swam the river and escaped.

Again he saw the mansion wrapped in flame and smoke--the work of a drunken fiend in his own command.

Yes, he remembered now; too well; then he turned to the child and spoke: "Tell me about it.

Won't you ?" She nodded, wriggled from her chair, and stood beside the table.
"Oh, it was a long time ago--a month, maybe--an' they came after our horses.

Mamma an' me were all by ourselves--'ceptin' Uncle Billy and Sally Ann.