CHAPTERXVIII
ThePryorMystery“AndnowoldDodson，turningpale，Yieldstohisfate——soendsmytale。“
Itdidn’ttakemelongtoseewhyShelleylikedRobertPaget。HewasoneoftheverymostlikeablepersonsIeverhadseen。Weweresittingundertheappletree，growingbetterfriendseveryminute，whenweheardasmash，sowelookedup，anditwasthesoundmadebyRangerasMr。Pryorlandedfromtakingourmeadowfence。Hehadriddenthroughthepasture，andwascomingdownthecreekbank。Hewasaspectacletobehold。AmileawayyoucouldseethatThomashadtoldhimhehadseenRobert，andwherehewas。FatherhadbeenmistakeninthinkingMr。Pryorwouldgotothehouse。Hehadlosthishat，hiswhitehairwasflying，hishorsewasinalather，andheseemedtobetalkingtohimself。Roberttookonegoodlook。“YeGods！“hecried。
“Therehecomesnow，achatteringmadman！“
“TheStation，“Ipanted。“Upthatravine！Rollbackthestoneandpullthedoorshutafteryou。Quick！“