head was bent and his gaze downcast.
He struck ruthlessly at the dry stalks of goldenrod on the bank,
nodding southward before the prevailing wind. He still was brooding as
he approached his cabin; brooding so darkly as to bring over his
judgment the dim mists of error and of injustice with their attendant
cloud of revenge.

A mud-spattered buggy before the door drew his attention. It must
be--yet how would he dare? Still it _was_ Dr. Morgan's buggy. That
long-haired black mule was unmistakable. The sight of it shook von
Rittenheim as a breeze drives through pine-boughs. He felt choked, and
put his hand to his throat.

The old man had come to exult over him, and what could he do in his own
house? Ah, there was only one thing to be done. Everything pushed him
towards it.

But _now_--he would not be so cowardly as not to face the man he hated,
though a step into the brush beside the road would have concealed him.
As he approached he saw the Doctor's tall figure filling the height of
the doorway, though there was plenty of room to spare on each side. He
was talking to Melissa Yarebrough, who was within making a fire as a
preliminary to her cleaning and cooking operations.

"He sent you-all over, did he? Well, Ah 'low that means he's coming
along in a little bit. He's been away? Is that so? Ah wonder where. Oh,
here he is. How are you, Baron? Pretty day, isn't it? Melissa tells me
you-all've been away."

"Yes," curtly. "I have been away, as no one should know better than
you."

"Better'n me? Ah never knew it till this minute when Melissa told me.
Ah was at Mrs. Carroll's this morning, and she commissioned me to find
out where you-all were at, and why you hadn't been to see her. She had
sent Sydney to my house for news, but Ah missed her on the road
somehow. The old lady put me through mah catechism, and Ah couldn't
tell her anything about you since the day Sophy and Ah were here, so Ah
came by to find out."

"Do you dare say to me, sir, that you do not know where I have been?"

"Ah certainly do say it! How in the world should Ah know all the
movements of people in God-forsaken coves like this?"

The German's persistence was beginning to irritate the Carolinian,
grown autocratic and unaccustomed to question by long years of practice
among a country-folk submissive to the dictation of a leader.

"You are under my r-roof there where you stand. Come you down here
where only heaven's blue covers you, and I will tel