That sweet encounter in love still lingered
uppermost in his thoughts, its fires fed afresh by the brand of hope
that Dick had tossed upon them, but disagreeably chilled by the
prospect of new trouble in the shape of Ernie Cronk. He fell asleep,
thinking of those blissful moments under the awning when he held her
slim, unresisting body close to his own and they were all alone in the
blackest of nights with a tempest about them. In the background of his
thoughts lurked Ernie Cronk and still farther back was the ominous
figure of Colonel Bob Grand.
For the first time in many weeks he did not think of the detectives--
and the bloodhounds!
CHAPTER XII
IN WHICH MANY THINGS HAPPEN
With all the irony of luck, Colonel Grand brought fair weather. It was
as if he had ordered the sun to shine and it obeyed him.
When the mud-covered wagons rumbled into town after their tortuous
twenty-mile journey, the sun was high and the skies were clear and all
the world seemed to be singing with the birds.
David had prepared Mrs. Braddock and Christine; they looked for the
Colonel on the station platform as the train rolled in.
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