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It was a war in the middle of the week They had just finished supper at the farmhouse Dolly, with a book, a htful attitude under a tree on the lawn She was joined by her uncle, his freckled face beain your ht o'clock," she said, absently, her gaze bent anxiously on the figures of twoshadows "Who is that father is talking to, Uncle John?" she asked, with a frown

"It's Gid Sebastian," Webb said "I saw 'im back on the mountain road lookin' for your pa as I come hoh escaping her lips The ht the broad-bri mustache were observable "Uncle John, you know Gid is a moonshiner, don't you?" "Folks says he is," Webb sht to knoho makes it I reckon Gid is about the only moonshiner that has escaped jail up to date Soit caught an' take the punishment"

Dolly held her pencil to her lips, and, still frowning, looked at the blank manuscript paper "Uncle John," she faltered, "I want you to--to tell me what he comes to see father so often about?"

Webb's face waxed a trifle ht," he said "I don't know but what your pa once in a while sells Gid some corn to help out his still in a pinch when the authorities are watchin' his movements too close for cole night You reers had broke in an' stole a lot that was shelled? Well, I noticed that your pa kicked powerful agin sendin' for the sheriff an' his dogs, an' you know in reason that he would if he had laid it to the darkies"

Dolly exhaled a deep breath "Uncle John, I'm awful afraid--I never was so worried in my life I', or is about to be"

"Do you think so?" Webb stared seriously "That would be bad, wouldn't it--that is, if the officers ketched 'iin 'im to put 'im in limbo"