"Now, mother, don't you begin a-worrying. Dale's old enough to look after himself."
"It's a fussing old hen I am, as true as true!" And because once more her heart was so light inside of her that it hurt, she kissed her big Danny on the top of his head.
"I wish Dale would come. I ought to go back to the Manor. Harkness is probably worrying his head off over my strange visit to New York."
But Harkness had other things to worry about.
Dale burst in upon his family just a few moments after Beryl had spoken but she did not tell her story. He gave her no opportunity.
"Gordon Forsyth's lost!"
"Lost?"
"Yes. Somewhere in the woods between Cornwall and South Falls. Strangest thing you ever heard. She made young Tom Granger run off with her—goodness knows where they were headed for, and when his car went into the ditch she made a dash for the woods and that's the last anyone's seen of her."
"Why, Dale, she couldn't—" cried Beryl.
"Couldn't? Easiest thing in the world. Woods are thick and miles deep through there."