"I felt awful to sit there and not do anything to rescue Mops, but I couldn't think of a thing to do.

I never thought of yelling to beat the band!" "Of course you didn't, King," said Marjorie.

"A boy wouldn't do that.
And, anyway, you can't screech like I can." "I didn't suppose anybody could, Miss Marjorie; I'm sure such screams were never heard before, outside of Bedlam!" "Well, we're safe now, anyway," cried Marjorie, skipping along gaily by Pompton's side; "and here's our dear, blessed car! Oh, King, I'm so glad we're safe!" In a reaction of joy, Marjorie threw her arms around her brother's neck, and the tears came to her eyes.
"There, there, Mops," and King patted her shoulders, while there was a suggestion of emotion in his own voice; "it's all right now! Hop in, old girl!" "Yes, hop in, both of you," said Pompton, "and I'll get you back to Pelton pretty quick, and then I'll set somebody on the track of those villains.

They'll not get away!" The trip to Pelton took but a short time, for Pompton drove as fast as the law allowed.

But even so, they found a very much alarmed group waiting for them on the veranda of the little inn.
"Where have you been ?" exclaimed Mrs.Maynard, as Marjorie flung her arms around her mother's neck, and burst into violent sobs.