As they pa.s.sed out into the corridor a reporter hastened up to them.
"Governor," he asked, with impudent directness, "are you going to pardon Jud Bramble?"
Before David could reply, Barnabas stepped forward:
"Young feller, thar hain"t no pardon ben asked fer Jud Brumble, and what"s more, thar hain"t a-goin" to be none asked--not by me. I come down here to pay my respecks to the guvner, and to bring him a few apples, and you kin say so ef you wanter!"
When Carey came into the library where her two callers awaited her, one glance into the divine light of David"s deepening, glowing eyes told her what she wanted to know.
With a soft little cry she went to Barnabas, who was holding out his hand in welcome. Impulsively her lips were pressed against his withered cheek, and he took her in his arms as he might have taken Janey.
"Why, Carey!" he said delightedly, "Dave"s little gal!"