"Why, Anita!" exclaimed her husband's voice.
"Knight!" she sobbed. It was the first time since Easter a year ago that
she had given him the old name.
"Thank God you're alive!"
"If you thank Him, so do I," he answered, whether lightly or gravely she
could not tell. His tone was controlled, as if to hide pain. "It's all
right. You mustn't worry any more. Wish I could have sent you news
sooner. I hoped you'd guess we were getting the upper hand when the shots
died away. Coming home I spotted the sneaks fording the river. I turned
the car, and stirred up the boys. Then we had a shindy, and scared the
dogs cold--bagged a few, but I guess nobody croaked--anyhow, none of our
crowd. Half a dozen are after the curs.
"As for me, I feel as if I'd got a dum-dum in my ankle, but I'll be fit
as a fiddle in a week or two. I'm afraid you had a fright."
How strange it was to hear him speak so coolly after what she had
endured! But his calmness quieted her.
"Mr. Van Vreck was with me," she said.
"Van Vreck! Great Scott, then the raid was a frameup! I see. Boys, let's
get along to the house quick.
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