That sense of something amiss grew stronger. Then he saw a chair before
the open window. That window was rather high, and Lucy had placed a chair
before it so that she could look out or get out. Bostil stretched his neck,
looked out, and in the red earth beneath the window he saw fresh tracks of
Lucy's boots. Then he roared for Jane.
She came running, and between Bostil's furious questions and her own excited
answers there was nothing arrived at. But presently she spied the white dress,
and then she ran to Lucy's closet. From there she turned a white face to
Bostil.
"She put on her riding-clothes!" gasped Aunt Jane.
"Supposin' she did! Where is she?" demanded Bostil.
"SHE'S RUN OFF WITH SLONE!"
Bostil could not have been shocked or hurt any more acutely by a knife-thrust.
He glared at his sister.
"A-huh! So thet's the way you watch her!"
"Watch her? It wasn't possible. She's--well, she's as smart as you are. . . .
Oh, I knew she'd do it! She was wild in love with him!"
Bostil strode out of the room and the house.
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