"We saw the men who were after you," put in Mollie, thinking to add to his confidence. "And we didn't tell; did we, girls."
"No!" came in a chorus. In spite of the rather unprepossessing appearance of the youth the girls were glad to see him.
"Now will you help us again?" asked Mollie. "We've had a dreadful time, and we need help. You won't go away; will you?"
"N—no!" was the hesitating answer. "I came to look for you, but I wasn't sure—you see I have to be so careful."
"Gracious, I wonder if he thinks we wanted to capture him?" thought Grace, feeling about amid the cushions for some chocolates. That was a sure sign Grace had recovered her equanimity.
"You came to look for us?" echoed Betty, wonderingly.
"Yes, miss," was the answer. "He sent me to find you."
"He? Who do you mean?" Betty questioned anxiously.
"Tom—Tom Osborne. He told me to come here and tell you he couldn't come."
"Couldn't come——why?" Betty's voice had a note of fear in it now.
"'Cause they've caught him. He's cotched, Miss."
