"Where did he go?" asked the Judge eagerly.
"Into the woods."
"And has not returned?"
"No."
"Your girl is safe," said Uncle Jonah. "The boy has found her, I'll bet my soul!"
While the Judge stood, struck and a little startled, by this information, and Jonah's positive assurance, a man on a foaming steed came plunging down the hill, just south of the house, and pulling up, called out, "Where is Judge Markham?"
"I am he."
"Oh! Good-morning, Judge! This is for you. Your girl is safe."
The Judge eagerly took the paper, gazed at it, and at the man, speechless.
"She's at my house, Judge, safe and sound."