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I was lucky enough to get away, but I don't want to meet any more neighbors like that." This was not cheerful or soothing information, and the three fugitives felt anything but comfortable. "Haven't you heard the sounds?" asked Worrell, addressing the three. None of them had noticed anything, and Rosa asked: "What do they resemble?"
"Captain Bagley believed so, and I guess he was right, for I can't think of any one else who would do it." After what had taken place, Ned was in doubt as to what his own course should be. From the conversation which he overheard between Worrell and Bagley, he knew that none of the survivors was aware of the location of the cavern, so that the fugitives might stay within it in safety.
Rachel Foster Avery and Miss Lucy E. Anthony, the latter describing the great suffrage parade in London in which she had taken part. A memorial to David Ferris, a prominent friend of woman suffrage, was read by Miss Emma Worrell. The Higher Education of the Young Women of Delaware was discussed by Professor H. H. Hayward, dean of Agriculture in Delaware College.
"Well, I can't see that there is any great risk run in allowing Worrell to conduct us to shelter. This will never be of any use to us, and I can't feel safe here one minute after what he has told us. I propose that we get him to find us other quarters."
He was Marsett's friend, and he boasted of not letting Ned Marsett make a fool of himself. Dartrey was not long in shaping the man's character: Worrell belonged to the male birds of upper air, who mangle what female prey they are forbidden to devour. And he had Miss Radnor's name: he had spoken her name at the Club overnight.
At the same time, he put on his usual broad grin, and replied, in his broken way: "Lena-Wingo been watching you. Seen you hide in bushes when Iroquois come, and he watch." "That was you, then, who picked off Worrell?" "Who Worrell?" demanded the Mohawk, sharply. "Why, that chap that was shot while talking to Captain Bagley." "His name not Worrell," said Lena-Wingo. "He Dick Evans."
The convention for 1915 took place on November 11, in Wilmington, with speakers, Dr. Shaw, Miss Worrell on Elizabeth Cady Stanton's 100th Birthday; Miss Ethel Smith of Washington, D. C., on National Work. Mrs. Cranston, "the Susan B. Anthony of Delaware," the association's first and only president since January, 1896, retired and was made honorary president. Mrs.
If I was a great lady, my daughters should never know anything of the world until they were married. But Miss Radnor is a young lady who cannot be hurt. She is above us. Oh! what a treasure for a man! and my God! for any man born of woman to insult a saint, as she is! He is a beast! 'Major Worrell met her here? 'Blame me as much as you like: I do myself.
"Then why can we not make the same use of it?" asked Rosa. "It will serve us if Colonel Butler happens to discover where we are hid." "He isn't going to discover us," put in Worrell, with a confidence which gave the youths greater faith in their safety than before; but which, strange to say, impressed Rosa in the opposite manner.
Ned had fixed the route so clearly in his own mind that he found no difficulty in retracing the steps taken when he was following the leadership of Worrell. He was apprehensive that he would meet him on his return, probably with a number of Indians. He therefore picked his way with all the care and stealth of which he was master. He imitated the actions of Lena-Wingo under similar circumstances.
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