"But you are only a boy."
"And you're only a girl," he retorted.
"Marty, I had to come," she told him gravely.
"Of course you did. I know it. Frank and Nelse, and the rest of 'em, couldn't see it; but I saw it. I was wise to you right away, so I watched."
He went on to relate his experiences in getting away from Polktown, chuckling over his own wit.
"But your mother and father will never forgive me," she sighed.
"What they got to forgive you for?" demanded Marty.
"If it hadn't been for me you never would have run away. And I don't really see what good it has done, your having done so, anyway. You can't help me find daddy."
"Why not?" snapped the boy. "What d'you think I came 'way off here for? Just to sit around and suck my thumb? Huh! I guess I can do as much toward finding Uncle Brocky as ever you will, Janice Day."
"I am afraid," the girl sighed, "that you don't realize what a task there is before me."