Dear old Darb--he's a
brick. My cousin Jim is a deacon or something in the village church,
dear, and he has promised to let us in. I suppose he has a key. He and
his wife will be the only witnesses. By George, nothing can stop us
now, dear, if you have the nerve to--Where the dickens is Jim?
Confound him, I don't see him on the platform."
He looked about the station platform--first anxiously, then
impatiently, then--with consternation! His cousin was nowhere in
sight. Cold with apprehensiveness, he dashed over to a citizen who
wore a star upon his coat, almost dragging Eleanor after him.
"Is Jim Carpenter here? Have you seen him? Do you know him?" he
demanded.
"He was here, mister. 'Bout two hours ago, I reckon. I guess you must
be the fellow he was to meet--"
"Yes, yes,--where is he now?"
"I don't know, mister. His wife's got pneumonia, an' he told me to
tell you he couldn't wait. He took the doctor right out to--"
"Good Lord!" exploded Joe. The citizen jumped a few inches into the
air. "He's gone?"
"Yep. But he told me to tell you to go over to the Somerset an' wait
till you hear from him."
"Wait--till--I hear--from--him?" groaned Dauntless, wild-eyed but
faint.
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