"I hear my husband's steps," she said, hurriedly. "Fly, or it will be the worse for you."
"Thank you for the caution," said Walter, roused to the necessity of immediate action.
"Don't stop to thank me. Go!" she said, stamping her foot impatiently.
He obeyed at once, and started on a run across the meadow.
A minute later, Jack came in sight.
"What, Meg, are you here?" he said, in surprise.
"Yes; I got anxious about you, because you did not come home. I was afraid something had happened to you."
"What could happen to me?" he retorted, contemptuously. "I'm not a baby. Have you seen the boy?"
He did not wait for an answer, for, looking across the meadow, he saw the flying figure of our hero.
"There he is, now!" he exclaimed, in a tone of fierce satisfaction.