“You are very kind,” murmured the bewildered woman. “I don’t want to put you to any trouble, but I don’t know what to do. If Hilda has gone back home, perhaps I ought to follow her to Chicago.”
“H’m! That’s an idea! I must find out which train she took and we can easily trace her and catch her by wire. Son, you take your mother down across the field to that freight train you see. Go just as straight and as quick as you can, and I’ll be with you in three jerks of a lamb’s tail. Understand?”
Karl nodded like a soldier taking orders from a beloved officer and taking his mother in tow with a firm young hand piloted her over the field toward the fence while the young man strode across the porch and sought information of the vanished Mrs. Schwarz. A moment more and he was skimming over the fie
