Nesta needed no second bidding, but she had not reached the door before it opened and Mr. Orban dashed in.
"Through there," said Miss Chase, pointing towards the window. "Follow the blood track. He can't go fast. I winged him."
CHAPTER XV.
WHO IS IN THE BOAT?
Really, Miss Chase," said Bob next morning, "I'm glad you didn't burst all your accomplishments on us at once. We might have been rather frightened of you."
Miss Chase smiled. She was looking very pale, and unlike her usual bright self.
"I hope I didn't do an awfully wrong thing," she said nervously; "but I had only two definite ideas—one was to save Nesta, the other not to let the man get away."
"You were perfectly right, Dorothy," Mr. Orban said; "there would never have been any end to the worry until he was caught. He may thank his stars I didn't find him out. I should not have been so merciful."
"So that is why you aimed at his ankle, Aunt Dorothy?" said Eustace. "It was clever of you to think of laming him."