Memory Frean put an arm about her.
“Stand still, Tory. Let us wait here and see who is approaching.”
CHAPTER XI
OUT OF THE PAST
The stranger was a middle-aged man with iron-gray hair. He was carrying his hat in his hand and enjoying the beauty and fragrance of the late evening in the woods.
As Tory rushed toward him, Miss Frean stepped back into a deeper shadow.
The newcomer was Tory’s uncle, Mr. Richard Fenton.
“How stupid of me to have been frightened!” she exclaimed. “I have been taking supper with Miss Frean and she is walking back to camp with me. You were coming to camp to see us?”