“Are you Helen Rayner?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“My name's Dale. I've come to meet you.”
“Ah! My uncle sent you?” added Helen, in quick relief.
“No; I can't say Al sent me,” began the man, “but I reckon—”
He was interrupted by Riggs, who, grasping Helen by the arm, pulled her back a step.
“Say, mister, did Auchincloss send you to meet my young friends here?” he demanded, arrogantly.
Dale's glance turned from Helen to Riggs. She could not read this quiet gray gaze, but it thrilled her.
“No. I come on my own hook,” he answered.
“You'll understand, then—they're in my charge,” added Riggs.