Great tears welled up in her blue eyes and rolled down her soft cheeks.

"They _saw_ him there," she sobbed out, "and they found his knife.

Oh, I didn't think he was so wicked!" Madelon caught her by one slender arm hard, as if she would have shaken her.

"_You_ believe it!" she cried out.

"You believe that Burr did it--_you!_" "They--saw--him--there," moaned Dorothy, with a terrified roll of her tearful eyes at Madelon's face.
"_Saw him there!_ What if they did see him there?
What if the whole town saw him?
What if you saw him?
What if you saw him strike the blow with your own eyes?
Wouldn't you tear them out of your own head before you believed it?
Wouldn't you cut your own tongue out before you'd bear witness against him ?" Dorothy sobbed convulsively.
"I would," said Madelon.
Dorothy hid her face away from her in the pillow.
Madelon laid her hand on her fair head, and turned it with no gentle hand.