Teale's place had been raided! Teale had escaped and the Morleys had accompanied him.
"Well!" said Sally Taber to Cynthia; "I 'spect Mart Morley had to get his livin' somehow. The yaller streak's got the best of him."
Cynthia made no reply. Oddly enough in her fancy she was gazing upon the portrait of "The Biggest of Them All."
CHAPTER XII
Martin Morley slept, in the clean loft over Marcia Lowe's living-room. There was a good warm bed there, and before he had gone up the ladder to his much-needed rest, the little doctor had fed him and given him hot coffee to drink.
"You are safe," she had comforted him. "God has been good to you, Martin Morley. Molly is with her mother and, sad as it is, we can do nothing more for her. Forget it all, and to-morrow you and I will consider the future."
So Martin slept and slept, and the front door of the cabin was kept closed and locked.
Refreshed and humble, Martin, on the evening of the following day, cautiously crept down the ladder from his loft-chamber and tapped upon the outer door of the cabin.
It was a very smiling and trim little body that welcomed him and bade him sit down to a table laid for an evening meal.