“It was Bobs, ma’am,” were the blessed words I heard the old lips saying to me, “who kept whimper-in’ and grievin’ about the upper stable door, which had been swung shut. It was Bobs who led me back yon, fair against my will. And there I found our laddie, asleep in the manger of Slip-Along, nested deep in the hay, as safe and warm as if in his own bed.”
I didn’t speak or move for what must have been a full minute. I couldn’t. I felt as though my soul had been inverted and emptied of all feeling, like a wine-glass that’s turned over. For a full minute I sat looking straight ahead of me. Then I got up, and went to where I remembered Dinky-Dunk kept his revolver. I took it up and started to cross to the open door. But Lady Alicia caught me sharply by the arm.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, imagining, I suppose, that I’d gone mad and was about to blow my brains out. She even took the firearm from my hand.
“It’s the men,” I tried to explain. “They should be told. Give them three signal-shots to bring them in.” Then I turned to Whinnie. He nodded and took me by the hand.
“Now take me to my boy,” I said very quietly.
I was still quite calm, I think. But deep down inside of me I could feel a faint glow. It wasn’t altogether joy, and it wasn’t altogether relief. It was something which left me just a little bewildered, a good deal like a school-girl after her first glass of champagne at Christmas dinner. It left me oddly self-immured, miles and miles from the figures so close to me, remote even from the kindly old man who hobbled a little and went with a decided list to starboard as he led me out toward what he always spoke of as the upper stable.
He was warm and breathing, and safe and sound
Yet at the back of my brain, all the while, was some shadow of doubt, of skepticism, of reiterated self-warning that it was all too good to be true. It wasn’t until I looked over the well-gnawed top rail of Slip-Along’s broken manger and saw that blessed boy there, by the light of Whinnie’s lantern, saw that blessed boy of mine half buried in that soft and cushioning prairie-grass, saw that he was warm and breathing, and safe and sound, that I fully realized how he had been saved for me.