"Clear out, you old heathen, and hunt your supper--"

"Oh! don't be cruel to the loving creature, Robin! Suppose he should get lost?" begged Dorothy.

"Lost? You can't lose Baal, don't you fret. Look-a-here, boy! here's a sandwich! Come from the best place in town. I know it. Give the biggest slice for the least money. Can't tell me anything about that, for I've been nigh starved myself too often in this same old town.

What? You don't want it? Can't eat it? Then what do you want?"

Provoked that his efforts to please Jack failed so fully, Robin whistled again, but not at all merrily this time; for he had at last begun to think of his own predicament and Dorothy's. Here they were stranded in town, Oak Knowe so far away, night fast falling and, doubtless, a stern reprimand due--should they ever reach that happy haven again.

"Robin, I do believe he is sick. Real, terrible sick. It wasn't just starving ailed him. Do you s'pose we could get a doctor to him?"

"To this shanty? No, I don't. But if he's sick, there's hospitals.

Slathers of 'em. Hurray! There's the one that Dr. Winston is head of.

There's an emergency ward there and free ones--and it's the very checker!"

Jack had ceased moaning and lay very still. So still that they were both frightened and Dolly asked:

"How can we get him there, if they would take him in? He's terrible heavy to carry."

Even dimly seen by the light of the flickering candle struck on the floor, Dorothy thought the pose of superiority Robin now affected the funniest thing, and was not offended when he answered with lofty scorn:

"Carry him? I should say not. We couldn't and we won't. I'll just step to the corner and ring up an ambulance. I know the name. You stay here. I'll meet it when it comes and don't get scared when the gong clangs to get out of the way."

Dorothy's own life in a southern city returned to her now and she remembered some of its advantages which Robin had spoken of. So she was not at all frightened when she heard the ambulance come into the street beyond the alley, which was too narrow for it to enter, nor when two men in hospital uniforms appeared at the door of the room.

They had lanterns and a stretcher and at once placed poor Jack upon it and hurried away.

They needed not to ask questions for Robin had followed them and was glibly explaining all he knew of the "case" and the rest which he had guessed.

"Ate spoiled fish out of a garbage can, did he? So you think it's ptomaine poisoning, do you Doctor Jack-o'-my-thumb? Well, I shouldn't be surprised if your diagnosis is correct. Steady now, mate, this is a--h.e.l.lo! What's that?"

"That" proved to be Baal, returned to inquire what was being done to his master by prodding the orderly's legs with his horns, so that the stretcher nearly fell out of his hand.

Baal got his answer by way of a vicious kick which landed him out of reach and permitted the men to carry their burden quickly away. Left behind, the pair of young Samaritans stared for an instant at one another, dismayed at their own delay.

It was Dorothy who came to a decision:

"We've done as bad as we could and as good. Seems awful queer how it all happened. Now we must go home. Can we get a carriage anywhere and would it take us back without any money to pay it? Would Miss Tross-Kingdon pay it, do you think? The Bishop would but he's gone traveling."

Leaving their candle still flickering on the floor they anxiously left the shanty; and it may be stated here, for the guidance of other careless ones that there was an item in the next morning's paper stating that a certain "old rookery had been burned down during the night; origin of fire unknown; a benefit to the city for it had long been infested by hoboes and tramps." To which of these cla.s.ses poor Jack belonged it did not state; but either one was a far call to the "great artist" he had said he would become.

There were cabs in plenty to be seen and, probably, to be hired; but they did not summon one. A vision of Miss Tross-Kingdon's face at its sternest rose before Dorothy and she dared not venture on the lady's generosity. Another thought came, a far happier one:

"I'll tell you! Let's follow Jack. Maybe Dr. Winston would be there or somebody would know about us--if we told--and would telephone to Oak Knowe what trouble we're in. For it is trouble now, Robin Locke, and you needn't say it isn't. You're scared almost to death and so am I. I wish--I wish I'd never heard of a Wax Works, so there!"

Robin stopped and turned her face up to the light of a street lamp they were pa.s.sing and saw tears in her eyes. That was the oddest thing for her to cry--right here in this familiar city where were railway stations plenty in which they might wait till morning and somebody came. But, softened as her tears made him, he couldn't yet quite forget that he was the man of the party.

"It's an awful long ways to that Hospital, and I've got five cents left. We can go in anywhere and I can 'phone for myself. No need to bother any doctors or nurses."

Opposition to her wishes dried her tears.

"Well, I am going to Dr. Winston's hospital. I'd like you to go with me and show me the way but if you won't the policemen I meet will do it. I'm going right now."

That conquered this small Canadian gentleman, and he answered:

"All right. I'll show you. Only don't you dare to be crying when you get there."

She wasn't. It proved a long walk but help loomed at the end of it and the youngsters scarcely felt fatigue in the prospect of this. Also, the help proved to be just what they most desired. For there was Dr.

Winston himself, making his night visit to a very ill patient and almost ready to depart in his car which stood waiting at the door.

Dorothy remembered how little gentlewomen should conduct themselves when paying visits; so after inquiring of the white-clad orderly who admitted her if Dr. Winston was there, and being told that he was, she took her empty purse from her pocket and sent up her card. She would have written Robin's name below hers if she had had a pencil or--had thought about it.

The tiny card was placed upon a little silver salver and borne away with all the dignity possible; but there was more amazement than dignity in the good doctor's reception of it. Another moment he was below, b.u.t.toning his top-coat as he came and demanding with a smile that was rather anxious:

"To what am I indebted for the pleasure of this visit, Miss Dorothy Calvert?"

But the tears were still too near the girl's eyes for her to meet jest with jest. She could only hold out her arms, like the lonely, frightened child she was and he promptly clasped her in his own.

Then "tinkle, tinkle, tinkle," ran a little bell in the Oak Knowe library and over the telephone wire rang the doctor's hearty voice.

"Be at rest, Miss Muriel. Your runaways are found and I'll motor them home in a jiffy!"

This was so joyful a message that Lady Jane and the Lady Princ.i.p.al promptly fell upon one another's neck and wept a few womanly tears.

Then Miss Tross-Kingdon released herself, exclaiming:

"Oh! those dreadful police. Why did I violate the privacy of Oak Knowe by setting them to search? I must recall the order right away--if I can!"

Self-blame doesn't tend toward anybody's good nature and the head of Oak Knowe School for Young Ladies had been sorely tried. Also, her offense had come from the very girl she trusted most and was, therefore, the more difficult to forgive. So clothing herself in all her dignity, she was simply the Lady Princ.i.p.al and nothing more, when for a second time the quiet of her domain was broken by the honk-honk of an automobile, the door opened and Dorothy and Robin walked in. The doctor had laughingly declared that he couldn't enter with them--he was afraid! But though it was really only lack of time that prevented him so doing, their own spirits were now so low that they caught the infection of his remark--if not his spirit--and visibly trembled.

This was a sign of guilt and caught Miss Muriel's eye at once.

"What is the explanation of this, Dorothy? Robin?"

Dorothy had been pondering that explanation on the swift ride home.

Dr. Winston had called them the Good Samaritans and seemed pleased with them. Maybe Miss Muriel would think so, too.

"We stayed to see--we had to be what he said. Good little Samaritans--"

"Humph! If that is some new game you have invented, please never to play it again. Your duty--"

"Why, Lady Princ.i.p.al, you wouldn't have us 'pa.s.s by on the other side,' would you? To-morrow's lesson--"

But there was no softening in Miss Muriel's eye, and indignant Robin flashed out:

"Well--well--you needn't blame _her_. You needn't blame a _girl_--when it was all my fault! I coaxed her or she wouldn't ha' done it!"

This was such a manly, loyal reversion of the old story of Adam and Eve that Lady Jane laughed and would have clapped her hands in pride of her small compatriot. But she refrained and chose the wiser course of slipping away unseen.

"Robin! you forget yourself! I have given you a home here but I have not given you license to be insolent or disobedient. You have been both. Your mother is somewhere on the road to town, looking for you."