we belong to the League, and we were following out our orders. We didn’t know it was going to lead us in on friends or give trouble to women. Evan Sherwood is all for helping people. You don’t know that guy. You’d like him—I know. When it’s all over, I want you to meet him and be friends."
"Chris Hollister! This will never again be over! And we shall never be friends! He is a terrible man, and I hate him!" She cried out the last words as if they were a pain. It was not like Romayne Ransom to say she hated people. Chris looked at her startled and realized he wasn’t being much of a help. He looked down awkwardly and then looked up.
"I say, Romayne, if there’s anything I can do, I’d be all kinds of glad. I always liked you best of any of the girls——"
"Have the mercy then to keep quiet!" cried the girl desperately. "There is nothing you nor anybody else can ever do! You have done it all and more. Get over there to your window, and watch the house as long as it’s your duty, but don’t try to talk to me again."
Chris retreated, crestfallen, but was suddenly called into action again at the sound of the doorbell pealing through the house. It was a part of his duty to open that door.
A telegram was handed in addressed to Romayne.
He passed it on to her silently and went back to his window curtain again. The girl’s trembling fingers opened it nervously, and she read:
For the love of mercy, kid, get into action and send some of my friends down after me if Dad can’t come. I’ve got to get out of here before seven tomorrow morning to look after something, or the mischief will be to pay!
(Signed) Lawrence
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