Jacquelin looked at her earnestly. For a moment he was deeply puzzled; then, as a faint smile came into her eyes, a light broke on him.
“Why, Miss Bush! What are you doing here?”
“I am teaching school. I am the school-teacher at the Bend, Miss May.”
“Is it possible?” He stepped forward and took her hand warmly. “I never knew it. I have heard the name, but I never connected it with you. Why did you not let me know before? I am very glad to see you, and I can say that anything in the world I can do for you I will do.”
“You must not promise too fast. It is a great favor I have to prefer,” she said. “And I do not know whether, when you hear it, you will be willing to help me.”
“Well, I know. I have not forgotten the hospital.” She appeared once more deterred from speaking by embarrassment.
“I want you to save Jonadab Leech,” she said.
“What! What do you know of him?” asked Jacquelin, in sincere astonishment.
“I know he is alive.”
“You do? What do you know of him? What is he to you?”