"Good night! You--you WILL come, won't you? Sure?"
"Sure!" he replied, and limped painfully away.
A little later Annie Jordan found her standing beside the road,
where he had left her. She was looking up at the brightly lighted
house at the top of the lane.
"Goodness!" cried Annie. "I thought you were lost, Rosie. Where on
earth have you been?"
"Maybe I AM lost," replied the girl, and Annie, failing to see
anything cryptic in the words, laughed gaily at the quaintness of
them.
"Come on," she said, thrusting her arm through Rosabel's, "let's go
back home. There's nothing doing here. And that wind cuts through
one like a knife. Gee, it's fierce, isn't it?"
"I don't want to go in yet," protested Rosabel, hanging back.
"Let's wait awhile. Let's wait till Dr. Smith comes out. He's up
there with--with Alix Crown. Maybe he can tell us how--"
"Doc Smith isn't up there. He's gone up the road in his car with
Dick Hurdle and--why, Rosie, you're shivering like a leaf. Have
you got a chill? Come on home. We'll have Dr. Smith in as soon as
he gets back to--"
"I don't want the doctor," cried Rosabel fiercely. "I won't have
one, I tell you. I won't have one!"
CHAPTER XVII
SHADOWS
Greatly to Courtney's chagrin, his triumphal progress was summarily
checked when he presented himself at the door. He could hardly believe
his ears.
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