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ng bags in the granary, but Bud felt that he could not bear to see him. He went to his own room and hurriedly changed his clothes. He had only one thought--to get away--to get away where no one knew him. In the last few hours the whole world had changed for him--that Mr. Burrell should so easily believe him guilty had overflowed his cup of bitterness. A red and silver scripture text, in the form of a shield, hung on his bedroom wall; Martha had given it to him, some time ago, and it had often brought him comfort and inspiration. "He is able to deliver you," it said. Bud read it now scornfully, and with a sudden impulse tore it down and crushed it in his hands. "There's nothing in it," the boy cried bitterly. He went out to the pasture and whistled to his pacing colt, which came to him at once. The boy laid his head on the colt's velvet neck and patted it lovingly. "I'll come back for you, Bunko," he said. "You're mine, anyway." The colt rubbed his head against Bud's arm. Across the ravine, where the fringed blue gentian looked up from the sere grass, the cows were grazing, and Bud, from habit, went for them and brought them up to the bars. The sun was setting when Bud reached the Cavers's house, for he could not go without saying good-bye to Libby Anne. She was driving their two cows in from a straw stack, and called gaily to him when she saw him coming. "I've come to say good-bye, Lib," said Bud simply. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I don't know--anywhere to get away from here." Then he told her what had happened. "I'm glad you took a smash at Tom Steadman," she said, her big eyes flashing, when he had finished. Then suddenly she began to cry. "I don't want you to go," she sobbed. "You won't ever come back; I won't see you ever again." "Don't say that, Libby," Bud cried in real distress--she looked so little and pale in her black dress--"I will come back some time, and I won't forget my little girl. You're my girl, you know, Lib." "I'm your girl all right," the child said unsteadily. "But I want you to stay. I can't make up things like Pearl and Mary Watson can--I can do some pretendin' games pretty good now, but I can't pretend about you--I'll know you're gone all the time, Bud," and she caught her breath in a quivering sob. Then Bud lifted the little girl in his arms and kissed her over and over again. "Don't cry, Libby," he said. "I'm going away to make lots of money, and
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