As
he approached the stable, he saw the hack waiting for him at the door.
Budd Ridly sat on the driver's seat.
"Time we wus off," he remarked to Westerfelt. "It takes peert drivin'
to catch the two-forty, south-bound."
"That's a fact," said Washburn, coming from the stable, "but I'll bet
you'll have to wait a few minutes, anyway." He was looking back in the
direction from whence Westerfelt had come. "I saw Miss Harriet come
out o' the hotel jest after you passed; it looks to me like she's
trying to overtake you."
Westerfelt turned and saw Harriet about a hundred yards away. "Maybe
she is," he said. "I'll go meet her."
She paused when she saw him approaching, and he noticed that she looked
greatly troubled and was quite pale.
"I must see you, Mr. Westerfelt," she said, a catch in her voice. "I
came right at once so you wouldn't get left. Oh, Mr. Westerfelt,
mother has just told me what she said to you last night. I don't know
what she did it for--I reckon she thought she was acting right--but I
cannot help her in deception of any kind. I was not sick last night.
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