CHAPTER XXXVI
HOMER DINSMORE ESCORTS RAMONA
"I'm lost!" cried Ramona.
"Where from?" asked Dinsmore.
"From the A T O."
"You're Clint Wadley's daughter, then?"
She nodded. "We met Indians. I ... got away."
The girl knelt beside the brook, put her hands on two stones that jutted up from the water, and drank till her thirst was assuaged.