"Heh?"
"Is her hair light or dark colored?"
"Middlin'; jes' middlin', miss."
"Well, is she stout or thin?"
"I should say sorter betwixt an' between, miss."
"How old is Lucy?"
"Jes' turned eighteen, miss."
"Never mind, Beth," interrupted the boy; "you won't learn much from old Will's description. But we'll see what can be done tomorrow. Call James and have him sent home in the rig he's going to use. It seems to me you're disposing rather freely of my horses and carts."
"Yes, Ken. You've nothing to say about your belongings just now. But if you object to this plan—"
"I don't. The girl must be found, and her father is more likely to find her than a dozen other searchers. He shall have the rig and welcome."