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"Be careful, Master Gilbert," Golding whispered. "They've arrested men on less suspicion than you're giving occasion for." Crosby was quite aware of this, but he had made a promise. He had not been prepared to fight for a rebellious Monmouth, but he was prepared to risk much now that he was defeated and a fugitive.
There was another contingency: he might be able to save her, and he would certainly use his efforts to this end instead of troubling about Crosby, no matter what pleading she might use. As a prisoner she was, indeed, of little use to Gilbert Crosby. She must see Judge Marriott and do her best, but her hope of success was small. Who had brought this disaster upon her?
There was one from Eleanor Savelli, written from her father's villa in Italy, a long lively one from Nora, containing a breezy account of Oakdale doings, and a still longer letter from Anne. There was one from Julia Crosby, and an extremely funny note from J. Elfreda Briggs, describing a visit she had recently made to the night court.
"Does your memory not serve to remind you of such a woman?" Crosby did not answer the question. In the darkness of the road before him he seemed to see a vision. "What is this woman like?" He did not turn to look at his companion as he asked the question; he hardly seemed to know that he had spoken.
Jerry was called in from his entrancing sport to receive his share, and Frank noticed that he, too, had a sweet-looking missive in a schoolgirl hand. Of course, it must be from Mame Crosby, for Jerry and she were great friends. "Here's something enclosed in my letter, and directed to Mr. Frank Langdon.
But Julia Crosby, triumphant leader of her class, and Julia Crosby cold and wet as a result of her own recklessness, were two different beings altogether. "Grace Harlowe has left us to drown," she sobbed. "I am so wretched. She is a selfish girl." "No such thing," replied Tom vigorously. "Here she comes now, bringing help as I expected I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself."
We have had permission to use the gymnasium this afternoon, which I feel sure you have not had. It was neither polite nor kind to break in upon us as you did, and the least you can do is to go away quietly without interrupting us further." "Really, Miss Harlowe," said Julia Crosby, and again her tantalizing laugh rang out, "you are entirely too hasty in your supposition.
"Thank you, kind sir," she said lightly, but he failed not to observe the tinge of confusion in the laugh that followed. "If you'll watch the team, Mr. Crosby," the voice of Higgins broke in at this timely juncture, "I'll run acrost to the depot an' ast about the train." "Much obliged, old man; much obliged," returned Crosby affably.
Somewhat to his astonishment, Allison began to feel better. "I believe you're a miracle-worker," he said. "Two days ago, I was in bed, with neither strength, ambition, nor hope. Now I've got all three." "No miracle," replied the other modestly. "Merely sense." That afternoon the Crosby twins telephoned to know whether they might call, and the nurse brought the query upstairs.
It was only four years from their wedding day. But he was not going to be beaten in the matter of Crosby Ledgers. They had a long and heated discussion, at the end of which Doris surrendered. "Very well! I shall have to spend a week in doing up my old black gown, and it will be a botch at the end of it. But nothing will induce me to get a new one!"
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