No answer came to this question.
“You will not tell me?”
“No tell,” answered the old creature.
“Is he ill or hurt?”
The herb gatherer touched her forehead.
“He safe,” she answered. “But people not safe who look for him. Too much enemies.”
After that not another word could Billie get out of the obstinate old creature.
Who had sent her? Who was looking after Phoebe’s father, if he were hurt or a prisoner? Could not Phoebe see him? Nothing would she reply to all these questions.
