“I don't know, doc,” replied Ellis. “I ain't heard sence last night when I telegraphed you.”
“Haven't heard? What do you mean by that? Haven't you been with him?”
“No-o,” was the rather sheepish reply. “You see, I—I wanted to, but my wife's awful scart I'll catch it and—”
“The devil!” Dr. Parker swore impatiently. “Who is with him then? You haven't left him alone, have you?”
“No-o,” Noah hesitated once more. “No-o, he ain't alone. She's there.”
“She? Who? Keziah Coffin?”
“I don't cal'late Keziah's heard it yet. We was waitin' for you 'fore we said much to anybody. But she's there—the—the one that found him. You see, he was out of his head and wanderin' up the lane 'most to the main road and she'd been callin' on Keziah and when she come away from the parsonage she heard him hollerin' and goin' on and—”
“Who did?”
“Why”—the lightkeeper glanced at his companions—“why, doc, 'twas Grace Van Horne. And she fetched him back to the shanty and then come and got me to telegraph you.”
“Grace Van Horne! Grace Van—Do you mean to say she is there with him NOW?”