"Where's Stephen?" he asked.
Sarah nodded to Allison.
"Why, I waited a half-hour, Cal," she said, "and then, when I thought you wouldn't be back for a while, I sent him downtown—I sent him to the village——"
Caleb seemed fairly to shrink.
"You sent him down to the village?" he echoed. "Did he—did he change his clothes?"
"For some eggs," Sarah rounded out the sentence.
"And of course he didn't!" Suddenly her brother's face alarmed her. "Cal," she exclaimed, "I haven't done anything I shouldn't have done, have I?"
Caleb turned a wry face toward Allison.
"In—that—outfit!" he groaned. "Down to the village, and it's a lumber town! He's gone, and if he doesn't have to fight his way back then I——"
Sarah's alarm changed to fear instantly. She stepped out upon the porch.