"Has Brant gone out to work?" were the young man's first words.
"I think he's not yet up," the Colonel's look of anxiety deepened. "You don't want to see him for—for anything?"
"No," Bob smiled. "And Dale—er—Dawson?"
"Left before I came downstairs, sir," the Colonel answered. "What is it, Bob? Tell me!"
Bob's eyes passed the Colonel and rested on the drive up which he had just come. With an attempt at casualness he said:
"That Potter fellow did more yesterday than I guessed."
There was no alteration in the old gentleman's attitude; he did not sit bolt upright in his chair, or grasp its arms until his knuckles showed white, but simply said:
"Tell me!"
"She went straight to her room when we got home," Bob continued in a more excited undertone. "Ann followed, of course, and found her desperately nervous, half crying with rage." He then related practically what had happened at the school, concluding: "Aunt Timmie slept in her room all night, and when Jane asks her to do that you know she's upset."
They heard Uncle Zack moving inside the hall, and the Colonel called him: