"Mother!" cried the young man; "we must go on!"
"Of course, you're right, Tod— I know, but—oh, the wretch to drag us into a—a—oh, it's horrible."
There was a commotion at the front entrance. A moment later Mr. Ricaby entered, excited and travel-stained.
"The machine broke down," he explained, "three miles out. I had to drive back—everything goes against us—everything."
Tod pointed triumphantly to Jimmy.
"Mr. Marsh—tell Mr. Ricaby what you have just told us."
"No," said Jimmy, rising. "I'll—I'll tell Cooley. That's the best— I'll tell him you found out. It was for your sake, Amelia—don't lose sight of that fact—for your sake."
Quickly opening the ward door, he disappeared.