“I dare ’cause I’m told, and I don’t believe I did right in letting Miss Leo go.”
“What?”
Dally suddenly grew limp and ceased to struggle.
“I said I didn’t think I did right in letting Miss Leo go, but I didn’t like to stop her.”
“Miss Leo?” panted Dally. “When?”
“Hour and half ago.”
“It’s a story. She’s fast asleep in bed.”
“Where you ought to be,” said Joe. “So back you go.”
“It’s a story, I say,” panted Dally. “Miss Leo hasn’t been out of her room to-night.”
“Miss Leo went out of this here gate hour and half ago, just as I come back from your gran’father’s, and she arn’t come back.”