"No, I-- I don't think so," said Betty, grasping the wheel with hands
that somehow seemed suddenly weak. "If I thought anything like that
had happened I wouldn't have the courage to go on."
"Well, I don't believe I have-- the courage, I mean," said Grace,
irresolutely. "Don't you think we had better go back, Betty? It's so
lonesome here and-- and-- everything----"
Her voice was rising to something like a wail, and Betty, striving to
throttle her own misgivings, spoke in a voice that was intended to be
reassuring.
"We wouldn't think very much of ourselves if we turned back now," she
said. "And probably we are worrying a great deal about nothing. He
didn't seem like the kind of man who would do a thing like that."
Grace said no more about turning back, and they were silent for the
rest of the way. But instead of lightening, the cloud of depression
became deeper and more foreboding until even the stout Little Captain
began almost to wish that they had not come.
CHAPTER IX
A VISITOR
When they came to the scene of what was so nearly a terrible accident
a week or so before they found that the big tree which had extended
clear across the road was gone and that the underbrush also had been
cleared away.
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