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We all saw it was a put-up job; he was Ricks Wilson's old pal, you know." "But Sandy Kilday wouldn't lie!" cried Ruth. "Well, that's what he did, and worse. When we tried to close in on Wilson, Kilday fought like a tiger. You never saw anything like the mix-up, and in the general skirmish Wilson escaped." "And and Sandy?" Ruth was leaning forward, with her hands clasped and her lips apart.
"Oh, I was a little surprised, that's all." Mrs. Nelson, scenting the suggestion in Carter's voice, was instantly alert. "Who, pray, is Kilday?" "Oh, Kilday isn't anybody; that's the trouble. If he had been, he would never have stayed with that old crank Judge Hollis. The judge thinks he is appointed by Providence to control this bright particular burg.
After that she had kept things to herself. There was but one other person in the world to whom she had spoken, and that was Sandy Kilday. As she looked back it seemed to her there was nothing she had withheld from Sandy Kilday. Nothing? Sandy's face, as she had last seen it, despairing, reckless, hopeless, rose before her.
He had to use a maple branch, for his hat and handkerchief, not to mention less material possessions, were floating down-stream in the boat with Ruth. "Hello, Kilday!" called Dr. Fenton from the road above. "Going up-town? I'll give you a lift." Sandy turned and looked up at the doctor impatiently. The presence of other people in the world seemed an intrusion.
He is even attempting to regulate me of late. The next time he interferes he'll hear from me." "But Kilday?" urged Mrs. Nelson, feebly persistent. "Oh, Kilday is good enough in his place. He's a first-class athlete, and has made a record up at the academy. But he was a peddler, you know an Irish peddler; came here three or four years ago with a pack on his back." "And Ruth danced with him!" Mrs.
"He'll never come to naught." Two days later, the America, cutting her way across the Atlantic, carried one more passenger than she registered. In the big life-boat swung above the hurricane-deck lay Sandy Kilday, snugly concealed by the heavy canvas covering. He had managed to come aboard under cover of the friendly fog, and had boldly appropriated a life-boat and was doing light housekeeping.
Carried high in the air on the shoulders of a dozen boys, radiant with praise and success, sat the delinquent Sandy, and the tumult below resolved itself into one mighty cheer: "Kilday, Kilday! Won the day. Hooray!" During the summer Sandy worked faithfully to make amends for his failure to win the scholarship. He had meekly accepted the torrent of abuse which Mrs.
"You all saw what he did! Call the sheriff, there! I intend to prosecute him to the full extent of the law." Ricks, with snapping eyes and snarling mouth, glanced anxiously around at the angry faces. He was looking for Carter Nelson, but Carter had discreetly departed. It was Sandy whom he spied, and instantly called: "Kilday, you'll see me through this mess? You know it wasn't none of my fault."
It was just too romantic for any use. I love adventure. My two best friends are at the theological seminary. One's going to India, he's a blond, and one to Africa. Just between us, I am going with one of them, but I can't for the life of me make up my mind which. I don't know why I am telling you all these things, Mr. Kilday, except that you are so sweet and sympathetic.
"Go on!" said Ruth, shuddering. "You see, a rumor got out that the judge had died. We didn't say anything before the sheriff, but it was understood that Ricks wouldn't be brought back to town alive. We located him in an old barn. We surrounded it, and were just about to fire it when Kilday came tearing up on horseback." "Yes?" cried Ruth.
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