"What is that?" Madge whispered, turning to the open window.
A faint throbbing came out of the dark. It was some distance off, but Elsie recognized it as a motor running down the valley.
"It's the man going to Annan," she said. "Listen while I explain—"
Her conclusions grew clearer and more logical as she put them into words, and she got up resolutely when she had finished.
"We can do nothing more; Dick must help us now."
Stealing down the passage, she entered his room and shook him gently. He awoke, and she put her hand on his face to check the exclamation she half expected.
"It's Elsie; you mustn't make a noise," she whispered. "Do you know anything about a wreck?"
"I know where it is," he answered drowsily.
"Andrew's there to-night, isn't he?"
"It's possible," said Dick, lifting himself on his elbow. "Why do you ask?"