I can't make it out at all." "Did he land at the mill ?" asked Dr.Ashton.
"Yes, he must have done so, for the skiff is moored there." "Then he's all right," cried the doctor; and there was a strangely-marked sound of relief in his tones.
"Oh, he is all right," confidently asserted Percival.

"The only question is, where he can be.

The miller was out this afternoon, and left his place locked up; so that Hartledon could not get in, and had nothing for it but to start home with his lameness, or sit down on the bank until some one found him." "He must have set off to walk." "I should think so.

But where has he walked to ?" added Val.

"I drove slowly home, looking on either side of the road, but could see nothing of him." "What should bring him on the side of the road ?" demanded the dowager.
"Do you think he would turn tramp, and take his seat on a heap of stones?
Where do you get your ideas from ?" "From common sense, ma'am.