The river brought
you to me, and you are mine. You must not even think of anything else,
just now. When you are stronger, and are ready, we will talk of your
future; but of your past, you--"
A loud knock sounded at the door of the living room.
"There is someone at the door," she said hastily. "I must go. Lie still,
and go to sleep like a good boy; won't you?"
Swiftly, she leaned over, and, before he realized, he felt her lips
touch his forehead. Then she was gone, and Brian Kent's Irish eyes were
filled with tears. Turning to the wall, he hid his face in the pillow.
CHAPTER VII.
OFFICERS OF THE LAW.
As Auntie Sue was closing the door of her guest's room carefully behind
her, Judy came from the kitchen in great excitement, and the knocking at
the front door of the house was repeated.
"Hit's the Sheriff, ma'm," whispered Judy. "I was just a-comin' ter tell
you. I seed 'em from the kitchen-winder. He's got two other men with
him. Their hosses is tied ter the fence in front. What in hell will we
do, now? They are after him in there, sure 's death!"
Auntie Sue's face was white, and her lips trembled,--but only for a
moment.
"Go back into the kitchen, Judy, and stay there," she commanded, in a
whisper; and went to open the front door as calmly as if nothing unusual
had happened.
Sheriff Knox was a big man, with a bluff, kindly manner, and a voice
that made nothing of closed doors.
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