She nodded toward the north and Mr. Merrick hastily turned away. Then, pausing as a thought occurred to him, he asked:
“Was the—the baby—quite well, ma’am?”
“Seemed so,” was the gruff answer and she slammed the door.
“Of course she was provoked,” mused Uncle John, as he hurried back to the car. “I forgot to thank her. Never mind; we’ll stop on our way back.”
“Well?” demanded Runyon.
“We’ve got ’em!” was the joyful response. “They stopped here for supper and went on an hour ago. Drive ahead, and keep a sharp lookout.”
“Who stopped here?” asked the other, as he started the car.
“Why the woman with the baby, of course.”
“Which woman?”
“Which one? Oh, I didn’t bother to ask. It doesn’t matter, does it, whether it’s Mildred or Inez. It’s the baby we want.”