“Help! I’m shot—I’m dying!” groaned the man, and collapsed at the feet of Elfreda Briggs.
CHAPTER V
A FRUITLESS QUEST
“Grace! Oh, Grace!”
After several hours of hard work assisting the women of the village to untangle the confusion of their homes, the contents of most of which were in the streets, Nora came running in search of Grace Harlowe.
“What is wrong, Nora?” begged Grace a little fearfully.
“Have you seen Stacy?”
“No. Come to think of it, I have not. Why, I haven’t seen him since last night, either.”
“Neither has anyone else, so far as I have been able to learn.”
“Are you positive that he did not go out with the men this morning?” asked Grace.
“They say he did not.”