You surely won't expose these women and the child any further!" "But, Father," broke in one of the women, tremulously, "if we leave, it will take one of your two fighting men to run the car.

Think how weak that will leave your defense." "You forget, my dear," spoke Mr.Dunlop, gently, "that our newly-found young friends have just sent for other men." Tom smiled grimly as he thought of Jim Ferrers's "crowd"-- -consisting of poor, frighten little Alf with the cigarette-stained fingers.
"At any cost or risk, sir," Tom went on, after a moment, "you must get the women and the child away from here.

But---why, where is the child ?" There was an instant of dismay.

The little girl had vanished.
"Gladys!" spoke Dr.Dunlop's daughter in alarm.
From under one of the cars a muffled voice answered, "Here I am." Then Gladys, sobbing and shaking, emerged into view.
"I was so frightened!" cried the child.

"I just had to hide." "The men have gone away, dear," explained her mother soothingly.
"And now we're going too.