“So you see, Val,” April remarked, “we must follow Dorothea and capture the fellow.”
“Yes,” he answered with a shade of reluctance in his voice. “Yes, that we must do. Or I must.”
“I am going with you,” April insisted. “I want to do something myself. Oh, if I were only a man.”
“Faith, and I’m glad you’re not,” Tracy replied, “but ye shall come if ye want to. If there’s any shooting to be done I’ll do it, I promise you. But I hate sneaking up behind a girl. Ye’ll be giving me countenance, for to tell you the truth I don’t like warring on women.”
“It isn’t that, Val,” she assured him. “As far as Dorothea is concerned, you can leave her to me.”
“That’s just what I don’t want to do,” he replied. “You females haven’t much pity for each other, you know.”
“Why should I have any pity for one who has come into our house to play the spy?” demanded April.
“Wait, my dear, till you’re sure,” Tracy answered. “I’ll go bail she isn’t betraying anybody; but we must see for ourselves.”
“Very well,” April answered, “and now we must go away from here. She is probably watching us from her window, and so long as we are in sight she won’t move. We must give her a chance to get away unobserved—as she will think. You’d better go off to the stables. I’ll run up to my room and let you know when she has gone.”
Tracy nodded and went off. He didn’t like the business, but it had to be gone through with.