Late that afternoon Joe and Sally were again alone in the office, their lights lit, their pens scratching, working in a sweet unspoken sympathy in the quiet, shadowy place. There was a turning of the knob, and Izon came in. Joe and Sally arose and faced him. He came slowly, his face drawn and haggard.
"Joe! Joe!"
"What is it?" Joe drew the boy near.
"They've gone back—the men have gone back!"
"Gone back?" cried Joe.
"Read this letter!"
Joe read it, and spoke angrily.
"Then I'll do something!"
Izon pleaded with him.
"Be careful, Joe—don't do anything foolish for my sake. I'll get along—"