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"They can put you in jail for that sort of thing, can't they?" added Amy, a suggestion which certainly did not add to the cheerfulness of the atmosphere. "I don't care," said Betty stoutly. "I'd rather go to jail than deliver a man to a doubtful justice especially when he may really be innocent. Anyway," she added, reasonably: "who is there to know that we went to Paul Loup's cabin the other day?
The muscles of Jehan le Loup's face twitched for a moment, but he clinched his fingers tightly to restrain himself and answered with a surly impassability, "How should I know, my lord?" Villon drew him nearer and spoke lower still. "Who better? That nasty quarrel over the cards, the high words and a snatch for the winnings, a tilted table, an extinguished taper, a stab in the dark and a groan.
"Why not write to Paul Loup's manager in New York and ask him for particulars?" "Capital!" replied Allen approvingly, while the girls looked at their Little Captain admiringly. "If anybody ought to be able to give us information, he surely is the one."
Yet now that they understood the pain that prompted the rendering of that exquisite harmony, it seemed too bitterly sad to be beautiful, and their hearts ached dully in sympathy with Paul Loup's despair. Tears were in Betty's eyes, but there was a smile on her lips, as she pushed open the door of the little shack and stood waiting on the threshold.
That very afternoon Allen composed a letter to Paul Loup's concert manager advised and censored by the girls, of course and they all rode off to town to mail it in time to catch the four o'clock outgoing mail. "Now," said Mollie, as, this duty well performed, they started back to the ranch, "I feel better. We've started something, anyway."
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