Aunt Josephine turned from us as Elaine and I rode off on our horses from Dodge Hall considerably worried.
Then an idea seemed to occur to her and she walked determinedly into the house.
"Jennings," she called to the butler, "have the limousine brought around from the garage immediately."
"Yes, ma'am," acquiesced the faithful Jennings, hurrying out.
It was only a few minutes later that the car pulled around before the door. Aunt Josephine bustled out and entered.
"Fort Dale," she directed the driver, greatly agitated. "Ask for
Lieutenant Woodward."
Out at Fort Dale, Woodward was much astonished when an orderly announced that Aunt Josephine was waiting in her car to see him on very urgent business. He ordered that she be admitted at once.
"I hope there's nothing wrong?" he inquired anxiously, as he noted the excitement and the worried look on her face.
"I—I'm afraid there may be," she replied, sitting down and explaining what Elaine and I had just done.
The Lieutenant listened gravely.