MARION FREED FROM BONDAGE
grip of steel in the two hands that clutched fiercely at Nathaniel's.
"You have come in time, Nat!" he panted joyfully. "You have come in time! Hurry—hurry—hurry—"
He ran back into the clearing, with Nathaniel close at his side, and pointed to the smoking ruins of the cabin among the lilacs.
"They were killed last night!" he cried shrilly. "Somebody murdered them—and burned them with the house! They are dead—dead!"
"Who?" shouted Nathaniel.
Obadiah had stopped and was rubbing and twisting his hands in his old, mad way.
"The old folks. Ho, ho, the old folks, of course! They are dead—dead—dead—"
He fairly shrieked the words. Then, for a moment, he stood tightly clutching his thin hands over his chest in a powerful effort to control himself.
"They are dead!" he repeated.
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