“The dirty pup!” was all he could say. “Don’t let him fool you, Sis. You call up the police—”
“I’ve done it, dear, and already they have started in to hunt for the person who brought the letter.”
“Ain’t Uncle Ben the one I’m named for?”
“Yes, dear!”
“Well, he never cheated this hound.”
“Of course not! That hasn’t worried me for a moment. Uncle Ben was the soul of honor. I feel very sad at the thought he may be dead. I wish I might have seen him again. Poor Uncle Ben!”
The boy busied himself with a tray of food for his sister, and then began the process of endeavoring to keep his eyes open. He was ashamed of being so sleepy when his beloved sister was certainly not going to close her eyes until some report was brought her by either Bob Dulaney or Donner.
“Go on to bed, honey,” insisted Ursula. “It is much better for you to go to sleep. Didn’t I tell you you must sleep a lot so you can grow up big and take care of me?”
“Will you call me if you need me?”