Then with a swift seizure of opportunity Rosalind escaped to the lawn and walked out among the trees, stern purpose in her heart and a whirl of desperate ideas in her brain. She was looking for Sam!
CHAPTER XVI
ROUGH STUFF
"You're quite sure it belongs to you?" asked Sam, his scrutiny of Rosalind's face pointed to the verge of annoyance.
"I have said so," she answered with finality.
A fifteen-minute conversation had preceded.
"It's not the kind of a job I'd pick of my own choosing," he remarked reflectively.
"I tell you, it must be done!"
"Why not give me a handful of money and let me go in to-morrow and buy it?"
"No! It's mine!"