Marcia rushed after her, but it was too late.
Sylvia was gone.
[Chapter XVII]
Stanley Heath was lying with expectant face turned toward the door when Sylvia entered.
"What's the rumpus?" he demanded.
"You heard?"
"Heard? Certainly I heard," he laughed. "I could not hear what was said, of course, but anyone within five miles could have heard those men roaring at one another. What's the trouble?"
"The trouble is you," answered the girl.