“Gone?” Blue stared around. “Where is he?”
“She took him!—the girl!”
“The girl? That Dolly—”
“No, no!—a little—girl!—She left some money—there!” He pointed feebly in the direction of the coin.
A fierce light flamed in Blue’s puzzled face. “Did she have on a big lace collar?”
“Yes.”
“Marne Sweeney!—confounded little cuss!”
Doodles gazed at him with horrified eyes.
“Don’t care!—she is!—makin’ you feel like this! Tell me about it, kiddie! Or no, I’ll get some medicine first.”
Blue was accustomed to these sudden attacks, and brought a glass of the remedy which was always at hand. Bit by bit he gained the story, and he was swift at a decision.