“Where?”
“Down East. She didn't leave word.”
“And she ain't married anybody else? Then she ain't lost. Why don't you go after her?”
“I know. I've thought of that.”
“Thinking 'll never do it. You better go.” Halloran looked up and caught the Captain's eye. It was beaming with good-will, and it opened to him a glimpse of a new world. “I believe I will,” he said, holding his breath.
“You can get the eleven o'clock on the Père Marquette and connect with the Central Limited to-night at Detroit. I'll take care of the fire department while you're gone.”
“Will you?” He caught at the Captain's hand.
“Sure. You'd better move right along———Lord, yes, there's only twenty-five minutes, and it'll take you most of that to get home and pack. I'll call up the livery and have a carriage go right up after you.”
“Good. Tell Crosman I've been called East.”
“I'll see to everything. Good-by. And say, don't hurry back. Wire your address, and if we need you we'll let you know. Good-by. Good luck.”