"Not a word—and I don't want to hear from him," replied Dora.
"He's in hiding, but he'll let us hear from him sooner or later—mark my words."
"Oh, I wish he hadn't escaped, Dick!" And Dora clung tightly to his arm.
"Well, that can't be helped."
"Is there anything new about your father's business?"
"Nothing of any importance."
"How does he feel?"
"In his last letter he said he felt somewhat better and was going to take a trip to New York. How is your mother?"
"Quite well. But the fact that old Crabtree is at large disturbs her very much. As soon as she heard of it, she went over to the Lanings' home to stay."
The boys had driven over to Hope in a carriage. When they started to return to Brill it was quite dark.