“Are you coming, Tom Jenkins? Or do I have to come after you?”
He broke off suddenly and hastened toward the house to meet his spouse, who was coming toward him with rapid strides.
The girls laughed and the others joined them.
“Poor old Jenkins,” said Leonard. “I’ll bet he has a tough time.”
“It looks that way,” said Dick, with a faint smile.
He turned to Shirley.
“Now that you are safe at last,” he said quietly, “I guess I may as well be going. There is nothing more for me to do.”
Shirley was startled.
“Surely you will wait and let my father thank you?” she said.
Dick shook his head.