“I can’t see how this description fits?” the man said, with a sharp look, first at Urania and then at the constable.
“But I can,” declared the officer. “See that scar?” pointing to a long, deep ridge on Urania’s cheek.
Certainly the mark agreed with the mark mentioned in the description.
“Let me go!” cried Urania, making a desperate effort to free herself.
“Now! Now!” spoke the officer. “Just you go easy, little girl. Nobody’s goin’ to hurt you. But you must not make too much trouble.”
“Can’t we go?” pleaded Miette, thoroughly frightened and plainly anxious to get away from the scene.
“I will not leave Urania,” declared Dorothy, firmly, “and you could not find your way to North Birchland alone. I am sure Aunt Winnie will come as soon as she receives my telegram—the office must surely open before train time.”
“I don’t fancy old Baldwin’s much good on sending messages over the ticker,” said the officer, with an uncomfortable smile, “and Miss Blackburn’s off somewhere—wasn’t here last night.”
“Do they not employ a regular operator?” asked the strange gentleman.
“Not at this junction,” replied the constable, “don’t have many messages here.”