“Papa! Papa!” she cried. “Oh, help, help!—I must scream as loud as I can,” she thought. “Sue does not know. She will not think there is any danger yet. Perhaps if they hear me they will hurry.—Oh, help! help!” she cried, at the top of her lungs.
And then something happened!
CHAPTER XII
THE RESCUE
THAT same morning Mr. Smith, the hotel man, drove up to Sweetbrier Cottage. He found Mr. Thornton sitting on the front steps sharpening his knife.
“Good-morning, Sir,” said Mr. Smith. “Do you happen to know a boy named Tom?”
“Tom Prout? Yes, I do,” said Mr. Thornton.
“Well, I want to see him,” said Mr. Smith. “I have a five-dollar bill that belongs to him.”
“A five-dollar bill!” exclaimed Mr. Thornton in surprise. “What do you mean?” Then Mr. Smith told him the story of the mosquito and the box of candy.
“What do you think of that?” said Mr. Smith, when he had finished.
“I think that Tom was a brave boy to confess before all those people,” answered Mr. Thornton. “He did wrong, of course, but he made up for it as well as he could. Tom means to be a good boy, Mr. Smith.”