"Simple trash! How can she be led away by such fancies," he thought cynically, after reading a few pages.
"But the language is pretty good," he admitted. However, he kept on reading. Gradually his interest was awakened. Then it became stronger and stronger. The night wore on, but still he sat, absorbed and wondering.
Meanwhile, Betty knelt in fervent prayer. Thus she spent the entire night.
At stated intervals, Betty gave Harold the medical aid that George had ordered.
Harold's restlessness soon ceased. By daybreak, he opened his eyes full upon Betty with clear gaze, as if awakening from a sweet sleep.
"How did you come here?" he asked Betty in surprise. "Where is Mus? Where am I?" he asked, looking around the room in wonder.
"Don't be alarmed, dear," she answered, taking his hand fondly. "You had a slight hurt, and were brought in here. Cousin George will take you home today. Mus is all right."
The boy was full of questions, all of which Betty answered soothingly. The sun was just peeping in his window, and the darkness of night had flown.
George came early in the morning. He expressed considerable surprise at Harold's condition.
The boy was so rejoiced at seeing him, he begged him to stay. But George pleaded urgent cases demanded his time.