He did as she bade him—and found Fleming County in the north-eastern part of the state. It had been a bad guess. Then he glanced at the names of the counties surrounding it.
"But why…." he began.
"Give me the map!" she demanded. "Now can you remember them!"
"But…."
"Please! Say them—the counties!"
"Lewis, Carter, Morgan, Bath, Nicholas, Mason."
As the door opened and Mr. Beecham entered, they turned. "Mr. Burns has been showing me on the map where he lives," said Miss Marjorie sweetly.
"Ah, yes—ah, yes," answered Mr. Beecham. "Ah, yes, indeed."
Tom scarcely heard him, or saw him.
"Your horse will be ready to carry you in a few hours, I think," said Mr.
Beecham. "You must have ridden him easily, sir."