“Yes.”
“And he is coming to save me?”
“No.”
“Not coming?” and Virginia looked the surprise she felt.
“No; your father is quite sick, and unable to leave the station.”
“My father ill?”
“Yes; the fearful anxiety that your unexplained absence caused him came near resulting fatally; luckily, my timely arrival with the news of your safety gave him hope, and enabled him to fight against the illness that threatened his life.”
“Oh, my poor father!” murmured Virginia, sadly.
“Do not be alarmed. The danger is over now,” Benton said. “I shall soon restore you to his arms, and your presence will do him more good than all the medicine in the world.”
“Then you will take me to him soon?”