“Oh, Ward! Not that!” faltered Irene, “Not——”
“No—No! We must keep our heads! Craig! What’s the quickest way of getting help?”
“Ward—Oh, Tommy, Tommy!” cried Irene, dropping on her knees and taking Kemp’s head in her arms.
“Don’t Irene—don’t!” moaned Grace helplessly.
“There’s a house a quarter of a mile ahead where I can telephone,” Craig said. “I know the farmer; you can rely on him.”
“Just a minute,” said Trenton, looking at his watch. “There are things to consider. We’ve got to think of Tommy first of all. Craig, I can count on you——?”
“Yes, certainly, sir. I’m afraid it was my fault; I ought to have been watching. But I thought——”
“You were no more to blame than I was. We can’t discuss that now. We’ve got to take care of this in a way that will protect Tommy, and you girls mustn’t figure in it at all.”
“We understand all that; we’ll do anything you say, Ward,” sobbed Irene.
“I’m trying to think of some one we can trust to help,” said Trenton. “There will be many things to do immediately.”