McCloud and Dicksie
was sent last night long after Blake left. He is safe; I will stake my life on it.”
Dicksie sank back while McCloud re-read the message. “Oh, isn’t that a relief?” she exclaimed. “But how can it be? I can’t understand it at all; but he is safe, isn’t he? I was heartbroken when I heard he was killed. Marion ought to know of this,” she said, rising. “I am going to tell her.”
“And may I come over after I tell Rooney Lee to repeat this to headquarters?”
“Why, of course, if you want to.”
When McCloud reached the cottage Dicksie met him. “Katie Dancing’s mother is sick, and she has gone home. Poor Marion is all alone this morning, and half dead with a sick headache,” said Dicksie. “But I told her, and she said she shouldn’t mind the headache now at all.”
“But what are you going to do?”
“I am going to get dinner; do you want to help?”
“I’m going to help.”
“Oh, you are? That would be very funny.”
“Funny or not, I’m going to help.”
“You would only be in the way.”
“You don’t know whether I should or not.”
“I know I should do much better if you would go back and run the railroad a few minutes.”
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