Miss Eliot was really puzzled, but she felt it would be unkind to press Phœbe further.
“Becky, Don and Sue know nothing of the matter, at least,” she observed, after a moment’s reflection.
“No, indeed,” said Phœbe.
CHAPTER XXIV
TOBY CLARK’S HEROISM
Late that night Toby Clark heard a man pacing slowly up and down the street, passing the Eliot house each time. Peering through the shadows the boy thought he recognized the straight, erect figure. Creeping close to a hedge that bordered the highway he whispered:
“Mr. Ferguson!”
“Yes, Toby. I’ve been looking for you,” replied the judge in a low voice, as he paused beside the hedge.
“Something’s going to happen to-night, sir.”
“So I suspected. What is it?”