“But isn’t that a great deal to ask of you, to take that long trip to-night?” asked Billie gratefully, turning to the girl.
“It is nothing,” she answered shortly and set about lighting a lantern. Then she beckoned to Ben and they silently left the cabin.
In a few moments, the father, who had been smoking a pipe at the cabin door, took one of the silver candlesticks from the mantel.
“Good night,” he said courteously. “I trust you will have a pleasant rest after your journey. I presume you have been shown your rooms?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Percy.
The man paused at the door of his bedroom at the other side of the cabin.
“I trust the physician will come soon,” he said. “With luck he may reach there before I do.”
“That’s the man who sent me to the old ruined hotel,” whispered Percy. “He’s certainly touched, but he’s harmless.”
They found two steamer rugs and several blankets in a heap on a bench, left there by the mountain girl for their comfort; and it was not long before they lay in a circle around the fire, sound asleep.