They joined us in the bare little parlor of the jail, and if Mattison needed any further proof that the end had come, Polly's greeting furnished it.

An embarrassed flush rose to her face as she saw him, but she shook hands in a studiously impersonal way and asked immediately for Radnor.
Mattison met the situation with a dignity I had scarcely expected.

He called a deputy and turned us over to him; and with the remark that his services were happily no longer needed, he bowed himself out.

I saw him two minutes later recklessly galloping down the street.

Polly's eyes, also, followed the rider, and for a second I detected a shade of remorse.
As we climbed the stairs Terry fell back and whispered to me, "I tell you, I laid down the law coming over; we'll see if she's game." As the door of the cell was thrown open, Rad raised his head and regarded us with a look of bewildered astonishment.