“Oh, Mark! We did not do much,” said Jessie, flushing.
“That’s according to what you call ‘much.’ To me it was much. I understand that I was in line for incineration in that plane if you girls had not dragged me out and put out the fire.”
“Amy put out the fire,” said Jessie, earnestly but in the same low tone.
“It’s all right,” and Mark grinned. “I know whom to thank.”
“But, Mark! We didn’t find your watch!” Jessie Norwood exclaimed eagerly.
“I suppose not. I suppose the place has been raked over for it?”
“Oh, yes. Amy and I looked carefully. I am so sorry!”
“Don’t let it worry you. Of course, I’d give a good deal rather than lose it. I suppose it would do no good to offer a reward for it?” he added thoughtfully. “I don’t want my grandmother to know. She is so old, you know, that she is easily disturbed.”
Jessie was greatly disturbed, and she was not old! She stared at Mark Stratford with worried look. Should she tell him her suspicions regarding the red-haired Dogtown boy, Monty Shannon?
Mr. Blair just then was congratulating Amy Drew. She had finished her recitation and with a glowing face and a smile she came away from the horn. She saw Mark, then, and waved her hand to him. As he went to meet her Jessie was given a moment’s time to reconsider the matter of the lost watch.