It was toward this desk that Pollyanna hurriedly tiptoed.
The telephone card was not on its hook; it was on the floor.

But Pollyanna found it, and ran her shaking forefinger down through the C's to "Chilton." In due time she had Dr.Chilton himself at the other end of the wires, and was tremblingly delivering her message and answering the doctor's terse, pertinent questions.

This done, she hung up the receiver and drew a long breath of relief.
Only a brief glance did Pollyanna give about her; then, with a confused vision in her eyes of crimson draperies, book-lined walls, a littered floor, an untidy desk, innumerable closed doors (any one of which might conceal a skeleton), and everywhere dust, dust, dust, she fled back through the hall to the great carved door, still half open as she had left it.
In what seemed, even to the injured man, an incredibly short time, Pollyanna was back in the woods at the man's side.
"Well, what is the trouble?
Couldn't you get in ?" he demanded.
Pollyanna opened wide her eyes.
"Why, of course I could! I'm HERE," she answered.

"As if I'd be here if I hadn't got in! And the doctor will be right up just as soon as possible with the men and things.

He said he knew just where you were, so I didn't stay to show him.