Only a month before a man had tried to steal the violins from the cabin; and he was a thief, the milk-boy said.

David flushed now again, angrily, as he faced the closed door.

But he did not tarry.

He turned and ran to his father.
"Father, come away, quick! You must come away," he choked.
So urgent was the boy's voice that almost unconsciously the sick man got to his feet.

With shaking hands he thrust the notes he had been writing into his pocket.