"The girl"s too young to marry. I"ll never consent. I"ll have nothing of the sort going on, for a while at any rate; give him back the ring."
Rita slipped the ring from her finger and placed it in Dic"s hand.
"Now tell me," Mrs. Bays demanded, "how this came about? How came Rita to faint?"
Rita hung her head and began to weep convulsively.
"Rita and I," answered Dic, "were walking home down the river path. We had been sitting near the step-off. Doug Hill and Patsy Clark came up behind us, and Doug tried to kiss Rita. I interfered, and we fought. He was about to kill me with Patsy"s hunting-knife when--when--when I shot him. Then Rita fainted, and I feared she was dead, so I brought her home and left Doug lying on his face, with Patsy Clark standing over him."
Rita so far recovered herself as to be able to say:--
"No, mother, I killed him."
"You," shrieked Mrs. Bays, "you?"
"Yes," the girl replied.
"Yes," replied Dic to Mrs. Bays"s incredulous look, "that was the way of it, but I was the cause, and I shall take the blame. You had better not speak of this matter to any one till we have consulted Billy Little. I can bear the blame much better than Rita can. When the trial comes, you and Rita say nothing. I will plead guilty to having killed Doug Hill, and no questions will be asked."
"If you will do it, Dic, if you will do it," wailed Mrs. Bays.
"I certainly will," returned Dic.
"No, you shall not," said Rita.
"You must be guided by your mother and me," replied Dic. "I know what is best, and if you will do as we direct, all may turn out better than we now hope. He was about to kill me, and I had a right to kill him. I do not know the law certainly, but I fear you had no right to kill him in my defence. I have read in the law books that a man may take another"s life in the defence of one whom he is bound to protect. I fear you had no right to kill Doug Hill for my sake."
"I had, oh, I had!" sobbed Rita.
"But you will be guided by your mother and me, will you not, Rita?"
Despite fears of her mother, the girl buried her face on Dic"s breast, and entwining her arms about his neck whispered:--
"I will be guided by you."
Dic then arose and said: "It may be that Doug is not dead. I will take one of your horses, Mrs. Bays, and ride to town for Dr. Kennedy."
Within ten minutes Dic was with Billy Little, telling him the story.
"I"m going for Kennedy," said Dic. "Saddle your horse quickly and ride up with us."
Five minutes later, Dic, Kennedy, and Billy Little were galloping furiously up the river to the scene of battle. When they reached it, Doug, much to Dic"s joy, was seated leaning against a tree. His shirt had been torn away, and Patsy was washing the bullet wound in the breast and back, for the bullet had pa.s.sed entirely through Doug"s body.
"Well, he"s not dead yet," cried Kennedy. "So far, so good. Now we"ll see if I can keep from killing him."
While the doctor was at work Dic took Billy to one side. "I told Mrs.
Bays and Rita not to speak about this affair," he said. "I will say upon the trial that I fired the shot."
"Why, Dic, that will never do."
"Yes, it will; it must. You see, I had a good right to kill him, but Rita had not. At any rate, don"t you know that they might as well kill Rita at once as to try her? She couldn"t live through a trial for murder. It would kill her or drive her insane. I"ll plead guilty. That will stop all questioning."
"Yes," replied Billy, deep in revery, and stroking his chin; "perhaps you are right. But how about Hill and Clark? They will testify that Rita did the shooting."
"No one will have the chance to testify if I plead guilty," said Dic.
"And if Doug should die, you may hang or go to prison for life on a mere unexplained plea of guilty. That shall never happen with my consent."
"Billy Little, you can"t prevent it. I"ll make a plea of guilty,"
responded Dic, sharply; "and if you try to interfere, I"ll never speak your name again, as G.o.d is my help."
Billy winced. "No wonder she loves you," he said. "I"ll not interfere.
But take this advice: say nothing till we have consulted Switzer. Don"t enter a plea of guilty. You must be tried. I believe I have a plan that may help us."
"What is it, Billy Little?" asked Dic, eagerly.
"I"ll not tell you now. Trust me for a time without questions, Dic. I am good for something, I hope."
"You are good for everything concerning me, Billy Little," said Dic. "I will trust you and ask no questions."
"Little," said Kennedy, "if you will make a stretcher of boughs we will carry Hill up to Bright"s house and take him home in a wagon. I think he may live." Accordingly, a rude litter was constructed, and the four men carried the wounded Douglas to Dic"s house, where he was placed upon a couch of hay in a wagon, and taken to his home, two or three miles eastward.
On the road over, Billy Little asked Dr. Kennedy to lead his horse while he talked to Patsy Clark, who was driving in the wagon.
"How did Dic happen to shoot him?" asked Billy when he was seated beside Patsy.
"D-Dic d-di-didn"t shoot him. Ri-ta did," stuttered Doug"s henchman.
"No, Patsy, it was Dic," said Billy Little.
"I-I re-reckon I or-orter know," stammered Patsy. "I-I was there and s-saw it. You wasn"t."
"You"re wrong, Patsy," insisted Billy.
"B-by Ned, I re-reckon I know," he returned.
"Now listen to me, Patsy," said Billy, impressively. "I say you are wrong, and--by the way, Patsy, I want you to do a few little odd jobs about the store for the next month or so. I"ll not need you frequently, but I should like to have you available at any time. If you will come down to the store, I will pay you twenty dollars wages in advance, and later on I will give you another twenty. You are a good fellow, and I want to help you; but I am sure you are wrong in this case. I know it was Dic who fired the shot. Now, think for a moment. Wasn"t it Dic?"
"We-well, c-come to think a-a-about it, I believe you"re right. d.a.m.ned if I don"t. He t-tuk the gun and jes" b-b-blazed away."
"I knew that was the way of it," said Billy, quietly.
"B-betch yur life it was jes" that-a-way. H-how the h----did you know?"
"Dic told me," answered Billy.
"Well, that-a-a-a-way was the way it was, sure as you"re alive."
"You"re sure of it now, Patsy, are you?"
"D-dead sure. Wa-wa-wasn"t I there and d-d-didn"t I see it all? Yes, sir, d-d-dead sure. And the tw-twenty dollars? I"ll g-get it to-morrow, you say?"