She left four nights ago--after Ida May
had remembered what she'd done in that big store in Boston. Oh, she
admitted it--"
"You mean to tell me she's gone? That you don't know where she is?"
almost shouted Tunis.
"Easy, boy! Remember I got some feeling yet in them arms you was
squeezing. It ain't our fault she went. She left us in the
night--stole out with just a bundle of clothes and things. Left,
Prudence says, every enduring thing she'd got since she come
here--that we give her."
Tunis groaned.
"Yes, she's gone. And she's left that other dratted girl in her
place. I swan, Tunis, I'd just as leave have the figgerhead of the
old _Susan Gatskill_ sittin' by our kitchen stove as to have that
useless critter about. She ain't no good to Prudence and me--not at
all!"
CHAPTER XXIX
ON THE TRAIL
There was but a single idea in Sheila Macklin's mind when she left
those three people in the kitchen and mounted to her room. Indeed,
there was scarcely left to the sadly distracted girl another sane
thought.
She must leave the house before she could be further questioned. She
hoped that she had said enough to exonerate Tunis. If she said more,
it might be to raise some doubt in the minds of Cap'n Ira and
Prudence as to Tunis' ignorance of her true reputation.
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