“No worse than you, I hope,” answered the man with a break in his voice. “Here comes the car.”
Dan turned his head at the sound of the soft chugging of an automobile and saw the big chocolate brown car which he remembered coming across the grass.
“Are you his father?” asked Dan.
“Yes,” replied the man. “I’m Mr. Pennimore.”
Dan digested this a moment. Then he shook his head and remarked more frankly than politely:
“He’s a silly kid. He might have been burned up. I told him to keep out, but he wouldn’t do it.”
“After you feel better you may tell me what happened,” was the answer. “Here, Porter, lift him in. Tell Nagle to carry the dog up to the kennels and look after him.”
“How about the play-house, sir?”
“Let it burn,” was the answer.