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“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.”,His boyish knowledge and imagination, equal to many pictures of danger for the girl, did not extend to her captors. He never stopped to consider, nor would he have understood if he had, the plight of the criminals. He knew that two had been captured, one of whom before that had carried off May Nell; but his small newspaper reading of “gangs” of counterfeiters had given him visions of dozens of desperate criminals, terrorizing communities, and equal to any bold crime. Now in his mind’s eye he could see men skulking in the brush, listening in rooms below, only waiting to pounce on May Nell the moment she smashed the window. Oh, yes, he must hurry—hurry!,Nell confessed she had heard of it.,Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy.,“And what’s the ‘chinning’ to be about?” she questioned, sitting on the bedside; “the fortune?”,“Take care ole boy, you’ll trip on yer lip in another minute.”,Several hands waved wildly and a chorus of voices eagerly broke in; through the childish babel could be heard a lisping narrative.,He arrived home Monday evening, and was received as though a visit of several months’ duration had torn him from the bosom of the family.,Presently, Moses made for the yard and on his way, offered tribute to Betty by standing on his head on the mat at the door.,The door opened on a smiling little face, though she tried to keep in the shadow. Still when Billy kissed his mother good-night, caught his sister in his arms and raced up and down with her, singing extravagantly a snatch from some opera, May Nell hid her face and cried again.,Whose hearts never—”,“I forgive you,” he condoned..