“And her name?”
“I think—that is—her name is Helen.”
The highland lassie’s face beamed with pleasure.
“Do you know where she lived?” she asked, wishing to make very sure.
“I—not exactly—her home was not here—I think it was in—”
“Never mind,” said Helen, hurriedly, as if Dunvegan had already been pronounced. “I will go to the hospital—perhaps he is there.”
CHAPTER XL
“Oh, Tait!” she sobbed, “I did not know you were here. We all thought you were in Virginia. Oh, I am so glad you are here!”
“Here, Sis, here in this hospital with a game leg?”
“But, Tait, I am here, and you can tell me about Ervin. Is he, oh, brother, is he dead?” The last words sank to a terror’s whisper.