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Of their final flight from the Boole Dogge Farm in my father’s boat, across the bay to Long Island in the teeth of the northeaster, I now first heard the details; and of their subsequent hiding among swamps and woods; and how, when it had seemed that they must be captured and Braddish go to jail forever and ever, Mary thought that she could face the separation more cheerfully if she was his wife. And so one rainy night they knocked upon the door of a clergyman, and told him their story. They were starving, it seems, and it was necessary to look about for mercy. And, as luck would have it, the clergyman, an old man, had officiated at the wedding of Mary’s parents; and he had had some trouble in his day with the law about a boundary fence, and was down on the law. And he fed them and married them, and said that he would square matters with his conscience–if he could. And he kept them in his attic for two days, which was their honeymoon–and then–a night of dogs and lanterns and shouting–he smuggled them off to the swamps again, and presided over their hiding until an opportunity came to get them aboard a tramp ship–and that was all there was to it, except that they had prospered and been happy ever since.

I asked Mary about my father’s part in it. But she gave him a clean bill.

“He put two and two together,” she said, “and he dropped a hint or two–and he paid me all my back wages in American money, and he made me a handsome present in English gold, but he never talked things over, never mentioned Will’s name even.”

“It was the toe of my boot,” said Will, “sticking out of the tree that made him guess where I was. You see, I’d climbed up in the hollow to hide, and to keep there without moving I had to stick my foot out through a knothole. I was up there all the day they tried to get the bloodhounds after me, with my boot sticking out. And they were beating around that tree for hours, but nobody looked up.”

“I’ve always wondered,” said I, “why, they didn’t send a man up inside the tree.”

“I’ve always thought,” said Will, “that nobody liked to propose it for fear he’d be elected to do it himself. But maybe it didn’t enter anybody’s head. Anyhow, all’s well that ends well.”

“Mary,” I said, “do you remember how my father told Ellen and me to go back in a year and a day, and look in the boot?”

She nodded.

“Well,” I said, “we went–hand in hand–and there was still a boot sticking out. And I climbed up, after several failures, and got it. It wasn’t full of gold, but it did have two gold pieces in it. One each.”

“What a memory your father had,” said Mary: “he never forgot anything.”

Later I was talking with Will alone, and I asked him why he had run away in the first place.

“Why,” he said, “I had no chance with the law. The only outsiders who saw the shooting were friends of Hagan’s; there was bad blood between us. They’d sworn to do for me. And they would. I shot Hagan with his own gun. He pulled it on me, and I turned it into him, by the greatest piece of quickness and good luck that ever I had. And somehow–somehow–I couldn’t see myself swinging for that, or going to prison for life. And I saw my chance and took it. I told the whole thing to the minister that married us; he believed me, and so would any one that knew me then–except Hagan’s friends, and whatever they believed they’d have sworn the opposite. Do you think your father thought I was a bloody murderer? Look here,” he said, “I don’t know just how to put it–it was twenty-five years ago, all that–Mary’ll tell you, if you ask her, that she’s been absolutely happy every minute of all that time–even when we were hiding in swamps and starving. Now that side of it wouldn’t have entered the law’s head, would it?” He smiled very peacefully. “Out here, of course,” he said, “it’s very different. Almost everybody here has gotten away from something or other. And mostly we’ve done well, and are happy and self-respecting. It’s a big world,” he looked out affectionately over his rolling, upland acres, “and a funny world. Did Mary tell you that I’ve just been re-elected sheriff?”