Chicken Little jumped to her feet. “I’ll be ready in a jiffy!”
Sherm had still not wakened when they arrived. He had roused once toward morning; Captain Clarke had spoken to him, telling him where he was, then he had dropped quietly off to sleep again.
Captain Clarke asked Chicken Little a good many questions.
376“I should like to see that letter,” he said.
“It’s in his coat pocket. I tucked it in–I was afraid he’d lose it.”
Dr. Morton, who was still there, sat for several minutes in a brown study.
“I think,” he said presently, “that under the circumstances we should be justified in reading it without waiting for Sherm’s permission.” He looked at Captain Clarke.
The latter nodded assent.
Both read it and discussed it briefly. Still Sherm did not waken.
“I believe I’ll drive over to Jake Schmidt’s while I am waiting–I have an errand with him. Marian, don’t you want to ride over with me?”