"You MUST do as I
say."
"You're right, Farnsworth," said Jack Pennington. "It's nearly one
o'clock, and we must start right off."
"Yes," agreed Bill. "Now, Miss Fairfield, I assure you, you will
be perfectly safe here. It isn't a pleasant prospect, but there's
nothing else to be done. The house is securely fastened against
intruders. You can lock the drawing-room doors on this side, so
the broken window need cause you no uneasiness. We will walk back
to 'Red Chimneys,' unless we can get a lift somehow. But, at any
rate, we will send a car back here for you at the earliest
possible moment."
"It IS the only thing to do," agreed Patty; "but I hate to have
you boys start out so wet. Can't you borrow from your host's
wardrobe?"
"Good idea!" laughed Bill. "I saw some men's raincoats in the
hall. I think we will appropriate them, eh, Pennington?"
With very few further words, the two men took possession of
raincoats, rubbers, and umbrellas belonging to their unknown
hosts, and went out through the open, broken window into the
night. It was still raining, but not so hard, and Bill called back
cheerily, "Good-night, ladies," as they tramped away.
"It's awful," Daisy whimpered, "to leave us two girls here alone
and unprotected! I know we'll be robbed and murdered by
highwaymen!"
"You're talking nonsense, Daisy," said Patty, sternly.
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