"Oh, must I die here?" she murmured. Then she fell back on the bed, on the red and white quilt. Sobbing, too weak to cry, too weak to think, but not too weak to know!
CHAPTER XIV[ToC]
TAVIA'S MISTAKE
Meanwhile Tavia Travers, the light-hearted, reckless Tavia, realized that she had made a dreadful mistake. It was the second afternoon since she had left the camp, and she was at the railroad station, waiting for something unforseen to develop that would enable her to get back to her friends.
It was such a lonely place—away out there in the woods, and she had spent one awful night locked up in that station!
"I'll walk," she declared, "if I cannot get away from here before dark!"
Walk! Fifteen miles to Innernook! With hardly a chance of a single town in between!
It was at the little rustic bridge that she had met the man, according to the appointment made under the harvest apple tree.