"It is still coming."
"What is still coming, Cyrus? The same message?"
"Yes, sir, the same message—that we are wanted there."
"Where?"
"I don't know. But it isn't anywheres near here. It's a good ways off. And we are wanted very much;—oh, very much!"
Dr. Alton turned away. "Well, Cyrus, when you get your message in more definite form I shall be glad to consider it."
As he entered the house, however, he stood in the doorway a moment, looking back. Cyrus was still standing on the mounting block, with face upturned. On the ground sat Zac, still waiting patiently for his hero to return to earth.
When Cyrus followed his father into the house he found him warming himself before the open fire. He approached and stood before him.
"Father, why isn't there a picture of my mother somewhere round the house?"
Dr. Alton raised his eyebrows at the unexpected question. "Why do you ask, Cyrus?"