“There’s a man downstairs to see you,” said the proprietor.
She was at once alert and on the defensive, thinking of an encounter with Hebler.
“Do you know who he is?” she asked apprehensively.
“He said to tell you ’twas Jo.”
Joyfully she hastened down to the deserted office of the little inn.
“Jo, I am so glad it’s you!”
“So am I. Come outside and take a walk with me.”
“How did you ever track me up here, Jo?” she asked as they walked up a hillside.
“Not hard to track the first skycraft that ever came up to these parts. I saw one land near Westcott’s, and I had a hunch it was lighting for you. Then I thought no more about it until things happened that made it up to me to find you. I inquired around and about and found a big balloon had come this way, so I figured this was about your goal for a train.”
“Why was it up to you to find me, Jo?”