“By the way, Aunt Abbie, I take back all the laughing I did at your ‘cat barometer’ this afternoon.”
“I knew you would. Thomas Jones has never failed me yet,” and she bustled out to get the dry clothes.
In a short time she was back with them.
“These ought to fit you pretty well, my boy was about your size when he had them. Now hurry up, for Mr. Everett has waked up, and said he’d be right down to talk to you.”
Aunt Abbie left the kitchen, and Dick made haste to get into the dry clothes, for although he was used to being wet, he did not deny that the dry apparel was mighty comfortable.
Ruth’s grandfather soon appeared on the scene, and his first anxious question was for news of his granddaughter.
Dick told him the whole story, and did his best to comfort the old man by telling that Garry rarely failed on a mission.
“Besides, it seems to be our fate to overcome the evil schemes of that half breed, and this time ought to be no exception. I’ve a hunch also that LeBlanc’s race is pretty nearly run, and we are due to turn him over to the law before we finish our work here.”
Dick’s optimism transferred itself in a measure to the old man, who said philosophically:
“Well, the only thing to do is to wait, I suppose, until Garry gets back, either with her or with news. All my faith is pinned on him, and I feel he won’t fail.”