"I thought somebody was trying to tell your father that you were hurt, and I was fighting to keep him from hearing it.

But you must thank Bolton for letting you know." Ruth's face clouded and the sparkle died out in her eyes.

What was Mr.
Bolton to her, and at a time like this?
"It was most kind of Mr.Bolton," she answered in a constrained voice.
"I only wish he had said something more; we had a terrible day.

Uncle Peter was nearly crazy about you; he telegraphed and telegraphed, but we could get no answer.

That's why it was such a relief to find you at the station." But the bat had not finished banging his head against the wall.