It was difficult to do that, however, for Mary, or Molly, limped painfully.
The step was plain now, as it crushed the dried leaves and brush.
The figure of a man was next seen. The girls waited. He came along with a free air, and swinging gait. The man wore a slouch hat——
"Oh!" screamed Tavia. "We must run, or hide! It is that dreadful man! That—other—that lunatic!" and she clutched the arm beside her, and dragged the frightened girl to the edge of the roadway.
Mortimer Morrison, with his big, rough, mountain stick, was about to pass!
CHAPTER XXI[ToC]
AT THE SANITARIUM
When Dorothy recovered consciousness she lay on a white cot, by an open window, and the strange nurse sat beside her.