“Yet if we do not find him, it will be very bitter?”
“As bitter as death!” answered Joy, hiding her face once more.
“Then we must certainly find him,” answered Miss La Farge gravely. “And by way of a start, I will talk to the clerk about trains.”
She turned and passed from the room, leaving her foster-sister in tears. After a little time Joy looked up. An absent gaze came in her tear-stained eyes.
“If I only knew!” she whispered to herself, “if I only knew!”
CHAPTER XV
AN ENCOUNTER AT THE LODGE
IT WAS MID-DAY, and as they marched between the high banks on a hard trail, Joy Gargrave’s heart grew light.