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IN OLD TEXNESSEE
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Jim seized her arm roughly, and began to draw her away from the spot.
"Come, let's get away from here," he half muttered.
She, too, was serious, and was making a mental note of every landmark of the return route they were taking. Suddenly, Amy paused with a shudder, laying an imploring hand on his sleeve.
' ' Jim, you are a woodsman, a guide and a wood-chopper, aren't you?"
She looked him squarely in the eye.
He hesitated, and then said quickly, "That's it, Amy."
At her door, Jim prepared to stop awhile.
"No, Jim, please, not today. I must go right in."
Jim went home a little puzzled, but very happy, withal. He felt his soul charged with new and heavy responsibilities. He and little Ted told each other all they knew about the dear woman who now enthralled their lives.
And all the while, Amy lay outstretched on the bed, more unhappy than she had ever been before, torn by apprehensions. It was nearly midnight before she could bring herself to write this brief note :
I have located the still. I shall send you diagrams tomorrow.. I will meet you here with the names of the men, if possible.
She set out early the following morning, with pad and pencil, retracing the path they had taken the day before. She sought a nearby
COME, LETS GET AWAY FROM
here/' he half muttered
knoll, and soon found herself looking down upon the still itself, at which two men were busily engaged. Suddenly, a third man, apparently on guard, crossed her vision. It was Jim!
She cast herself miserably on the
ground, and wept. At the end of
twenty minutes, she rose to a sitting
posture, a look of determination on
her face.
Duty had won. She could not bring herself to love a mountain moonshiner, anyway. It was abhorrent to her.
But she changed her mind a dozen times on her way back to her cabin to make out the diagram that would not only destroy the still, but throw its operators in peril, and, finally, in a United States prison.
Amy Hayes had been shadowed herself, however. Jess French, one of Jed's seven wild daughters, was on her way to the spring, when she saw Amy stealthily making her way along. When Jess had convinced herself that the woman was a spy, she quietly stole away to apprise the female of the species, revenge burning white-hot in her breast.
These women were fiends when once aroused.
Twenty minutes later, with old Mother French at their head, the whole brood, armed with pieces of iron, axes and clubs, went chattering off toward the village. Their ranks were recruited on the way.
Amy had shut herself in her cabin,