"How could you walk so, Cecie?"
"I don't know. I suppose it was the excitement. Strength came to me. I called, but could not make anybody hear, and I thought you ought to know."
Mr. Betterson would have carried her home in his arms, but she would not let him.
"I can walk better and better! That numbness of my limbs is almost gone. I believe I am going to be cured, after all!"
CHAPTER XXXVI.
"ON THE WAR TRAIL."
There could be no mistake about it,—pocket-book and money, and horse and buggy, were gone with Radcliff.
"He has taken the road to Chicago," said Jack, easily tracking the wheels after the recent rain. "But he'll find it not so easy selling the horse there a second time."
"But he'll spend all that money," said Rufe. "He'll find it easy enough to do that."