It was as she stood thus
hesitant that there approached her from some point in the bushes a
disheveled figure. Turning, she recognized none other than old
Sally, her former jailer and sometime friend.
"Sally," she cried; "Sally! What is it? Who has done this? Where
are they? What is it all about? Can't anything be done?"
But Sally, terrified beyond reason, could exclaim only one word:
"Whah is he? Whah's Mr. Dunwody? Quick!" An instant later, she
too was gone.
At the same moment, Dunwody, weapon in hand, dashed around the
corner of the house and up on the front gallery. Apparently he was
searching for some one whom he did not find. Here he was soon
discovered by the old negro woman, who began an excited harangue,
with wild gesticulations. To Josephine it seemed that Sally
pointed toward the interior of the house, as though she beckoned,
explained. She heard his deep-voiced cry.
By this time the names had taken firm hold upon the entire
structure. Smoke tinged with red lines poured through the great
double doors of the mansion house.
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