Then Buck and Winnie laughed, but neither Frank nor Inza joined them.
“It’s very strange,” said Frank slowly.
“She seemed trembling, too,” explained Winnie. “I asked her what was the matter, and she said she was ill.”
“Quickest fit of sickness I ever saw strike anybody,” muttered Badger.
“I urged her to come up to your rooms,” Winnie went on; “but she said she couldn’t climb the stairs.”
“I’d brought her right up in my arms, if it hadn’t been for the looks of the thing,” asserted Buck.
“She said she must have some air,” Winnie continued. “We wanted to stay with her, but she wouldn’t hear to it. Said it would attract attention. Said she’d walk about down there.”
Again Frank and Inza glanced at each other, and then both of them glanced toward the door, which remained open. From the point where they had stood by the window the head of the stairway could be seen. The same thought came to each of them.
“Frank,” said the dark-eyed girl, “go right down and find Elsie. Bring her up here at once.”
“I’ll do it!” he exclaimed, springing through the doorway, without pausing to take a hat.