Tavia whispered the words as though loth to break the tense silence between them.
But suddenly Dorothy broke from her, running wildly, blindly through the woods.
“It’s all right, Joe darling! I’m coming! Dorothy’s coming!”
CHAPTER XXVIII
A VOICE IN THE MOUNTAIN
Tavia overtook Dorothy, grasped her fiercely by the arm and clapped a frantic hand upon her mouth.
“Hush, Doro! Are you mad?” she whispered fiercely. “There is something queer going on here. You must not let any one hear you.”
“But it was Joe!” cried Dorothy, struggling frantically to be free. “Didn’t you hear? It was Joe’s voice! Let me go, Tavia! Let me go!”
“Not until you can listen to reason,” cried Tavia, and Dorothy suddenly became quiet, staring at her tensely.
“Oh, you are right—of course you are right,” she said, making a terrible effort to calm herself. “I was a little mad, I guess. Joe calling for help. Tavia, we must go to him quickly!”
“Of course we must,” agreed Tavia soothingly. “But it won’t do us any good to rush in when we don’t know what we may be rushing into. Besides, how can you be sure that was Joe’s voice?”