That Girl of Johnson's — page 190: what you’re looking at

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THAT GIRL OF JOHNSON'S. 179 doubtless you have heard, no matter how trivial it might appear. Just before the deed was committed Hal and I disturbed two fellows in the act of stealing the mare. I had had her but a few months, and she was worth con- siderable, for she was blue blood straight through, and I knew I would have to guard her well where these ruffianly horse-thieves were. It was a dark night, and they had her out of the stable, her hoofs bound to deaden the sound, but she would whinny in her excitement and terror of the rough men, and that saved her. We were late home that evening from the house of a friend, and hearing Bess we went at once to the stables. One of the fellows we caught, but the other made good his escape. When the mare was lamed we knew well enough who had done the deed, for these horse-thieves are vindictive kind of men, and we have been working steadily ever since to get him, issuing a warrent to have him taken dead or alive, for they have got to learn that they will suffer for this dastardly business.” “A dastardly deed,” yes, Dolores remembered that. “We tried our best to get the fellow we had to tell where his comrade was,” the young man continued, his voice steady now and natural; “but he was silent as the grave; I give him credit for that. There is an honor among even these rough, lower men that one must respect. Then we - waited for your father, as you know, depending consider- ably upon his evidence, for he knew the condition of the mare’s hoofs when he shod her, and that there was noth- ing wrong then save a slight lameness from going too long without shoes over the rough road. But even without his evidence we have succeeded even better than I had dared hope.” Dolores did not move. She did not quite understand this that he was telling her. How could they succeed with- — out her father, and how could they get the guilty man— “Tt was only yesterday,” Green went on, and there was a touch of pleasure in his voice that Dolores caught with a dull sense of dead pain. ‘It was only yesterday that we (G0) m GComichboo “S