W. C. Tuttle

“ The man must be mad.”
Bud gulped several times and shut his eyes. Norah had been in that wagon all the time! No wonder Joe Burgoyne had screamed over his loss and knocked the man down.
And he, Bud Conley, had run the gauntlet of that town; yelled like a wild fool and let that team run away, regardless, while Norah was under the canvas in the rear of that wagon-box. He shuddered and opened his eyes.
“You will not leave Eagle’s Nest now, will ye?” queried the doctor.
Bud turned his head and looked at Norah. She was smiling at him. He looked up at Grandon. ”

“ The road must run straight through Kingsburg, he reasoned. He would have to drive through that street.
“Only one road to Eagle’s Nest,” he told himself aloud. “Gotta take that road. Hurrah for Ireland!” ”