"You're a good deal of a trump, Dolly Fayre. But I think you're in a hard place. I wish I could help you, and I'll do anything you say."
"Couldn't you go to Mr. Turner?"
"I'd hate to. Yer see, us fellows don't tell on each other,—it isn't done—" "I know. Well, let's hope we're mistaken."
"But I don't see how we can be,—-after what we heard."
"Neither do I. I've a mind to speak straight out to Alicia about it."
"Do, if you think best."
"Well, I'll see."
CHAPTER XX
UNCLE JEFF'S FOUR FRIENDS
Still uncertain what she'd do, Dolly went home with the rest of the quartette.