“Oh, nothing to speak of,” replied the youth, with a light laugh.
“First however, I must telegraph to the owners,” said the captain.
This duty performed, and his men comfortably housed in a neighbouring inn, Captain Millet and Jeff went off to the cottage. It was about two in the morning when they reached it. No one had yet been there. In his excited state of mind, the captain, who had no nerves, thundered at the door.
If there was one thing that Miss Millet had a horror of, it was housebreakers. She leaped out of bed, and began to dress in terror, having roused Rose, who slept with her.
“Burglars never thunder like that, auntie,” suggested Rose, as she hastily threw on her garments.
Miss Millet admitted the force of the argument and then, somewhat relieved, concluded that it must be tipsy men. Under this impression she raised the window-sash—her bedroom being on the upper floor—and looked timidly out.
“Go away, bad, naughty men!” she said, in a remonstrative tone. “If you don’t I shall send for the police!”
“Why, Molly, don’t you know me?”
“Brother!” shrieked Miss Millet.
“Father!” exclaimed the Rosebud.