"Take care!" Jennie playfully retorted. "Girls are a whole lot better than boys, in many ways."
"Yes, I know," confessed Jack. "If it were not for you and your mother I don't know what I'd do. But I guess I can walk now. Queer how that stuff, whatever it was, knocked me out."
"Here, drink this," suggested Mrs. Blake, and she held out a cup of coffee she had brewed.
"Coffee!" Jack exclaimed, with a grim smile. "Are you sure it's all right?"
"No drug in that," Jennie's mother assured him. "It will make you feel better. Then I'll get supper. You can eat, can't you?"
"Yes, my appetite doesn't seem to have left me in spite of what I went through. I didn't take much in that restaurant. I was too anxious to get away with the mail."
Jack drank the coffee, and it made him feel better. Then he said:
"Now for the mail. I want to see it opened, Jennie, so I'll know just what it was I brought through."
"But you're not going on through to Rainbow Ridge to-night, are you?" she asked anxiously.
"I guess not," was his answer. "Can't tell though, until I see what's in the mail. I may have to."