"But what shall we do when they go? It is night!"
"We will find shelter some place. I am an expert on finding shelter!"
The girl rested her head against Tavia's shoulder. Whatever compunction Tavia had felt for her part in the unfortunate state of affairs, she felt at ease now in the thought that she had saved this girl. That the hospital men were attending to Morrison, and that he would soon be out of reach of harming her, also consoled Tavia.
"It is not bad here," she said. "I am sure there are cottages near by."
"I—don't—remember," breathed Molly. "I guess I was never out this way before."
"If only I knew—— But what is the use of my acting like a baby?" exclaimed Tavia. "I am sure the folks at camp think me dead. Dorothy, especially, will be heartbroken."
"They are taking him away!"
The men had seized the struggling Morrison, and were carrying him to the roadside, where the wagon stood waiting.
Tavia wondered if she was doing right or wrong in not making her presence known. Then she thought how hard it would be to have Mary again placed in a sanitarium, and she decided to fight her way alone. But it was getting dark. They could now barely see the men lifting that struggling form into the closely-covered wagon.
"I wonder how they knew he was here?" mused Tavia. "If they had not found him what would have become of us?"