You see I know you.
"And he fought against those fellows of Yoka in the street
of Oda Iseka's village like a man should fight. There ain't any
yellow in him, Barbara, and he didn't leave me until there
seemed no other way, even in the face of the things I told
them to make them go. Don't harbor that against him--I only
wonder that he didn't croak me; your dad wanted to, and
Mallory wouldn't let him."
"They never told me that," said Barbara.
The bell rang.
"Here he is now," said Billy. "Good-bye--I'd rather not see
him. Smith'll let me out the servants' door. Guess that'll make
him feel better. You'll do as I ask, Barbara?"
He had paused at the door, turning toward her as he asked
the final question.
The girl stood facing him. Her eyes were dim with unshed
tears. Billy Byrne swam before them in a hazy mist.
"You'll do as I ask, Barbara!" he repeated, but this time it
was a command.
As Mallory entered the room Barbara heard the door of
the servants' entrance slam behind Billy Byrne.
PART II
CHAPTER I
THE MURDER TRIAL
BILLY BYRNE squared his broad shoulders and filled his deep
lungs with the familiar medium which is known as air in
Chicago. He was standing upon the platform of a New York
Central train that was pulling into the La Salle Street Station,
and though the young man was far from happy something in
the nature of content pervaded his being, for he was coming
home.
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