When we came back he and the sheriff were standing on the portico, waiting.

Rad appeared to be more composed than any of us, but as I wrung his hand I noticed that it was icy cold.
"I'll attend to everything," I said, "and don't worry, my boy.

We'll get you off." "Don't worry!" He laughed shortly as he leaped into the saddle.

"It's not myself I'm worrying over; I am innocent," and he suddenly leaned forward and scanned my face in the light from the open door.

"You believe me ?" he asked quickly.
"Yes," I cried, "I do! And what's more, I'll _prove_ you're innocent.".