"But you're not telling me a thing I want to know," cried the girl. "Did Uncle Jason send you? Never!"
"I'll break it to you easy," grinned Marty. "I did just what you did."
"What do you mean?"
"I ran away; that's what I did."
"Didn't you leave word for your father and mother? I did."
"I telegraphed," said Marty proudly, taking full credit for that act. "Told 'em you were all right and that I had my eye on you."
"Well! Of all things!"
"Yep. 'Tis kinder strange, isn't it?" said Marty, blowing a sigh. "Don't scarcely seem real to me."
"But your mother—and Uncle Jason! They will be worried to death about you, Marty."
"Huh! How about you?" demanded her cousin.