They had
met Oscar just outside the Springs, and had returned to the hotel for
Baron von Marhof. Having performed her office as guide and satisfied
herself that Dick was safe, she felt her conscience eased, and could see
no reason why she should not ride home and leave the men to their
council. Armitage saw her turn to her horse, whose nose was exploring her
mackintosh pockets, and he stepped quickly toward her.
"You see, Miss Claiborne, your brother is quite safe, but I very much
hope you will not run away. There are some things to be explained which
it is only fair you should hear."
"Wait, Shirley, and we will all go down together," said Judge Claiborne
reluctantly.
Baron von Marhof, very handsome and distinguished, but mud-splashed, had
tied his horse to a post in the driveway, and stood on the veranda steps,
his hat in his hand, staring, a look of bewilderment on his face.
Armitage, bareheaded, still in his riding leggings, his trousers splashed
with mud, his left arm sleeveless and supported by a handkerchief swung
from his neck, shook hands with Judge Claiborne.
"Baron von Marhof, allow me to present Mr.
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