“I think, men, we may safely leave the brute to Eily,” said Laird Milvaine; “but where can the dear children be!”
“Safe, safe, safe!” cried a voice from the tree.
Miss Campbell could speak now.
“Thank God!” was the fervent ejaculation breathed by every lip.
An hour afterwards Harry was in his mother’s arms, laughing and crowing with delight as he related to his mamma all the fun of what he called the jolly match with Towsie.
His mother’s eyes were red with weeping, but she was laughing now nevertheless.