in the roll I gave father than Even So
took. Father can figure up and keep what belongs to him. Even So had
gone away past Flannigans' before I tackled him, and I was sleepy,
cold, and hungry; you'd have thought there'd have been a man out
hunting, or passing on the road, but not a soul did we see 'til
Pryors'! Say, the old man was bully! He helped me so, I almost
thought I belonged to him! My! he's fine, when you know him! After he
came on the job, you bet old Even So walked up. Say, where is he?
Have you fed him?"

Laddie looked at father, who was listening, and we all rushed to the
door, but it must have been an hour, and Even So hadn't waited. Father
said it was a great pity, because a man like that shouldn't be left to
prey on the community; but mother said she didn't want to be mixed up
with a trial, or to be responsible for taking the liberty of a fellow
creature, and father said that was exactly like a woman. Leon went to
sleep, but none of us thought of going to bed; we just stood around and
looked at him, and smiled over him, and cried about him, until you
would have thought he had been shipped to us in a glass case, and cost,
maybe, a hundred dollars.

Father got out his books and figured up his own and the road money, and
Miss Amelia's, and the church's. Laddie didn't want her around, so he
stopped at the schoolhouse and told her to stay at Justices' that
night, we'd need all our rooms; but she didn't like being sent away
when there was such excitement, but every one minded Laddie when he
said so for sure.

When father had everything counted there was more than his, quite a lot
of it, stolen from other people who sheltered the traveller no doubt,
father said. We thought he wouldn't be likely to come back for it, and
father said he was at loss what to do with it, but Laddie said he
wasn't--it was Leon's--he had earned it; so father said he would try to
find out if anything else had been stolen, and he'd keep it a year, and
then if no one claimed it, he would put it on interest until Leon
decided what he wanted to do with it.

When you watched Leon sleep you could tell a lot more about what had
happened to him than he could. He moaned, and muttered constantly, and
panted, and felt around for the gun, and breathed like he was running
again, and fought until Laddie had to hold him on the couch, and
finally awakened him. But it did no good; he went right off to sleep
again, and it happened all