In a twinkling Eben was by his side, the door was slammed to, and the car was purring on its way.
"Well, where is my daughter?" Randall asked.
"I believe she's on Island Lake. D'ye know where that is?"
"No, I don't. Where in the devil is it?"
"Back in the hills. The Hamptons have a cabin there on an island.
Their coal mine is on the shore on the other side."
"Oh, I know. I've fished in that lake, though I haven't been there for several years. What makes you think my daughter's there, boy?"
"Guess it's about the only place John 'ud take her. He's mighty fond of that cabin, an' would live there all the time if he could. Most likely Mrs. Hampton's gone along, too."
Randall made no reply, but sat lost in thought. Eben enjoyed the drive. It was no nice to roll smoothly along in the big, luxurious car. He nestled back in the easy seat, and gave himself up to the enjoyment of the moment. Some day he would have a car of his own just like this, with a chauffeur to look after it.
"You must be happy, Mister," he at length remarked.
"Happy!" Randall roused from his reverie with a start, and straightened himself up with a jerk. "What makes you think I'm happy?"