"They've appointed a deputy to take
charge here during my absence."
"Oh, Will!" Mrs. Dale's dark eyebrows rose, and her brown eyes grew
round and big; in a moment all the faint glow of color had left her
pale cheeks, and her intonation expressed alarm and regret.
"It riled me a bit at first," said Dale firmly. "However, it's no
consequence--really."
"But, Will, that means--" She hesitated, and her lips trembled before
she uttered the dreadful word--"That means--suspended!"
"Yes--_pro tem_. Don't fret yourself, Mav. I tell you it's all right."
"But, Will, this does change the look of things. This is
serious--_now_." And once more she hesitated. "Will, let me write
again to Mr. Barradine."
"No," said Dale, with great determination.
"May I get Auntie to write to him? She said she knows for sure he'd
help us."
"Well, he said so himself, didn't he?"
"Yes. Anything in his power!"
Dale reflected for a moment, and when he spoke again his tone was less
firm.
"In his power! Of course Mr. Barradine is a powerful gentleman. That
stands to reason; but all the same--Let's have a look at his letter."
"I haven't got his letter, Will."
"Haven't got his letter? What did you do with it?
"I tore it up.
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