“Any news?”
“None; but the men give me great hopes, and I must trust in God.”
“Now, Drusilla, don’t go up-stairs,” said Anna. “Take off your bonnet and shawl here, for here is the waiter, with our breakfast.”
Drusilla complied with this advice. And they were about to sit down to the table, when there was heard a hurried step upon the stairs, and the door was thrown open, and old General Lyon, dusty, travel-stained, pale and excited, burst into the room.
“Is the child found?” he cried to the astonished circle.
“No; but we have a clue to him,” answered Dick, as soon as he could recover his self-possession and his breath.
The old man sank into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and shook as with an ague fit.
Anna hastily poured out a cup of coffee and brought it to him.
“Drink this, dear grandpa, and you will feel better,” she said.
The old man raised his head and looked at her.