"Never mind," said Chester soothingly. "You didn't hit me."
"I know I didn't, but I—"
"There, there, now," said Chester. "And where is your friend now?"
"She went away this morning and she hasn't come back yet."
"Do you know where she went?"
"Yes; to the home of a peasant about six miles from here. His wife is sick and Miss Thatcher has been attending them since she has been well enough to do so."
"And you were left here all along?" said Chester.
"Yes, but I wasn't afraid until this afternoon, when half a dozen
Bulgarians crossed the frontier and tried to get in the house."
"The did?" exclaimed Chester angrily. "I wish we had been here."
"So do I," said Helen. "They knocked on the door, but I wouldn't let them in. Then they threatened to break the door down, but an officer came up at that moment and ordered them away. They went sulkily and one of them called back that they would return. That's why I was afraid when you knocked a little while ago."