Page:A M Williamson - The Motor Maid.djvu/349

Rh Bertie had come out into the woods with a neat little stick, which during part of our conversation he had tucked jauntily under his arm. It now lay on the ground.

I saw Jack glance at it.

"Ah!"—I faltered. "Do—do you think you'd better?"

"I know I had. Go, child."

I went.

I had great faith in Jack, faith that he knew what was best for everyone.