I stuck it out another half hour. Then I got up, wabbling at first on my cramped, trembling legs. Limping to the brick house, I signaled to Peg and Tom to let me in.
“Who is it?” Peg inquired through the kitchen window.
“Jerry,” I told him.
He opened the door for me.
“Where’s Scoop?” Tom inquired.
While I was talking, telling my story, the missing one signaled on the window.
“Is Jerry here?” he inquired quickly of Peg, when he was inside.
I stepped into sight.
“I went to the mill to get you,” Scoop panted, looking worried. “I was scared when I couldn’t find you. Did anything happen to you?”
I shook my head.