Grace Morgan’s eyes flashed. A flush of real anger came into her cheeks.
“Mart and Mr. Aldrich did that?” she cried. “Oh, they shall never come into this house again.” And on hearing this Tom Barnes felt rewarded for all the tribulation he had gone through that night.
[CHAPTER XV—AN UNEXPECTED RESCUER]
“Have you spoken to Harry yet, Tom?” inquired Ben, two days after the overturning of the plots of Mart Walters and his city friend, Bert Aldrich.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and things wireless had been slack at Station Z ever since morning. Tom turned from his chair at the window where he had been dreamily surveying the open sea.
“No, Ben,” he replied a little gravely. “I came near doing it last night, but I didn’t know but it might worry him, or make him think I was trying to pry into his personal business.”
“I tell you, Tom, I think Harry ought to be told about the mysterious ‘Donner’ messages, and asked to explain about the tattooed sun, moon and stars on his left shoulder.”
“I fancy he’s about through with his task in the pasture by now,” said Tom. “Supposing you go up to the house, get him down here, and we’ll try to introduce the subject so it won’t frighten or bother him.”
“All right,” assented Ben with alacrity, and was forthwith on his way.
Tom resumed his place at the window. His back was to the road running up from the beach to the village, and he was not aware of an unexpected arrival from that direction until a man’s voice sounding within the room hailed him.