Keap inquired,
eagerly:
"Have you heard from Culver?"
"Didn't you know about it?" Speed swallowed.
Roberta shook her dark head.
"He's in--he's detained at Omaha for ten days. I fixed it."
The overwrought widow dropped back into the hammock, crying
weakly:
"Oh, you dear, good boy!"
"Yes, I'm all of that. I--I suppose I'd be missed if anything
happened to me!"
"How ever did you manage it?"
"Never mind the details. It took some ingenuity."
Mrs. Keap wrung her hands. "I was so terribly frightened! You
see, Jack will be back to-morrow, and I--was afraid--"
There was a call from Glass from the training-quarters.
"How can I ever do enough for you? You have averted a tragedy!"
"Don't let Helen know, that's all. If she thought I'd been the
head yeller--"
"I won't breathe a word, and I hope you win the race for her
sake."
Mrs. Keap pressed the hand of her deliverer, who trudged his
lonely way toward the gymnasium, where Glass was saying:
"'The volley was fired at sunrise.' That means Saturday, Bo."
"Larry, you're the best crepe-hanger of your weight in the
world.
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