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Updated: June 16, 2025
When the hurried meal was over, Yates, noticing that Miss Kitty had left the room, sprang up and walked toward the kitchen door. Stoliker was on his feet in an instant, and made as though to follow him. "Sit down," said the professor sharply, speaking for the first time. "He is not going to escape. Don't be afraid. He has done nothing, and has no fear of punishment.
He speedily gave the order to Stoliker to handcuff the prisoner to himself, and deliver him to the jailer at Welland. "But I want assistance," objected Stoliker. "The prisoner is a bigger man than I am." The volunteers laughed as Stoliker mentioned this self- evident fact. "If anyone likes to go with you, he can go. I shall give no orders." No one volunteered to accompany the constable.
After breakfast I'm going down to the Bartlett homestead. Must have a talk with the old folks, you know. I'll spend the rest of the day making up for that interview by talking with Kitty. Stoliker will never search for me there, and, now that he thinks I'm gone, he will likely make a visit to the tent.
No one was visible near the house except Kitty Bartlett, who stood at the back watching, with pale and anxious face, the rolling smoke, now and then covering her ears with her hands as the sound of an extra loud volley assailed them. Stoliker lifted up his voice and shouted for help. "If you do that again," cried Yates, clutching him by the throat, "I'll choke you!"
Does it all not make you feel as if you were an innocent child again, with motives pure and conscience white?" If Stoliker felt like an innocent child, he did not look it. With clouded brow he eagerly scanned the empty fields, hoping for help. But, although the constable made no reply, there was an answer that electrified Yates, and put all thought of the beauty of the country out of his mind.
Kitty Bartlett, her gayety gone and her eyes red, waited on the prisoners, but absolutely refused to serve Sam Stoliker, on whom she looked with the utmost contempt, not taking into account the fact that the poor young man had been merely doing his duty, and doing it well. "Take off these handcuffs, Sam," said Mrs. Bartlett, "until they have breakfast, at least."
The key was on the end of his watch chain. He hasn't thrown that away." She made a move to take out his watch chain but Yates stopped her. "Don't touch him. I'm playing a lone hand here." He jerked out the chain, and the real key dangled from it. "Well, Stoliker," he said, "I don't know which to admire most your cleverness and pluck, my stupidity, or Miss Bartlett's acuteness of observation.
"I wonder," he said, now that Kitty was gone, "if there is anything to eat in the house?" "Shake!" cried Yates, holding out his hand to him. "Another great and mutual sentiment unites us, Stoliker. Let us go and see." The man who wanted to see the fight did not see it, and the man who did not want to see it saw it.
Renmark watched the glory of the sunrise, took one lingering look at the curved beauty of the bay shore, shook the sand from his clothing, and started back for the village and the camp beyond. The village was astir when he reached it. He was surprised to see Stoliker on horseback in front of one of the taverns. Two assistants were with him, also seated on horses.
"That's as may turn out before a jury," said one of the assistants gravely. "Yes," assented, Stoliker, winking quietly at the professor. "That is for judge and jury to determine not you." "Well," said Renmark, "I will not inform about anybody, unless I am compelled to do so, but I may save you some trouble by telling where I have been and what I have seen. I am on my way back from the lake.
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