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"I thought you had forgotten me, Miss Dane," he said, taking her off at once. "Impossible, Mr. Sardonyx," laughed Mollie. "So sorry to have kept you waiting; but better late than never." That dance was the old story over again. At its close the lawyer was so bewitched that he hardly knew whether he stood on his head or heels.
He passed out quietly enough, with no more cursing, and in this last moment of sensibility his thoughts appeared to wander far to his youth as a brisk merchant seaman out of Bristol port, for he was heard to mutter, with a long sigh: "A pretty babe as ever was, Mollie, and the mortal image of its mother."
The window against which the horribly distorted face had been pressed seemed to hold a peculiar fascination for the Outdoor Girls and they found themselves unable to turn their eyes away from it. "Oh, I wish the boys would come back," moaned Amy, after a few moments more had passed in strained silence. "If anything should happen to them I'm sure I would die." "Nonsense, Amy," snapped Mollie.
He tried his best to retrieve himself by an expression of unconcern, but the pretence was so apparent that Mollie laughed at the sight, albeit a trifle ruefully. "Do you mean to tell me seriously that you asked Mr Farrell for money?" "Yes, I did. I asked him on Wednesday.
The dark, haunted eyes moved uncertainly round the circle of faces staring at her. The lips opened and made the motions of speech, but no sound came from them. Without any warning the girl collapsed. Dud Hollister's arm was under the ice-coated head in an instant. He looked up at Mollie Gillespie, who had been only a fraction of a second behind him. "It's the li'l' bride," he said. She nodded.
Even the Bilberry could n't complain of that, I 'm sure." Mollie, resting her smooth white elbows on the table in a comfortably lounging posture, regarded the garment with great longing in her drowsy brown eyes. "I wish it was white satin," she observed, somewhat irrelevantly, "and I was going to wear it at a real ball, with real lace, you know, and a court train, and flowers, and a fan."
"I see it all they get the bed while we, poor wretches that we are, toss our uneasy bones upon the cot " Amy screamed and Grace covered her ears. "Goodness, what do you think this is a ghost's retreat?" demanded the latter, while Betty chuckled joyfully. "'Toss our uneasy bones, indeed!" "Does sound kind of grizzly, doesn't it?" Mollie admitted.
Then one day, along with the other letters in the mail, there arrived an important looking document from New York addressed to Allen. The latter was out at the gold diggings at the time, and the girls fairly lassoed him, bringing him home protesting but helpless. "I say, what's the row?" he demanded, and for answer Mollie thrust the important missive into his hand.
Isn't your Auntie Grace here with you?" But it was Mollie who had the real problem. For while "Old Nick's" skittishness was more amusing than dangerous in the open, here, in this small place, with the other horses already difficult to manage, any real panic on his part would be more than likely to precipitate a real tragedy.
"Now my plan is this," said Mollie, ignoring Grace, who shrugged her shoulders and reached for her candy box. "Suppose we take a tramp through the woods to the head of the falls? It is a beautiful hike and the scenery at the falls is magnificent. But aside from that we will have a chance to find out something about this thing that will do away with the mystery."
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