Five minutes later we were back and, eyes bathed and face powdered, Madeleine gave evidence of fresh injections of courage, and quickly we began to plan.  The 4 A.M. train was the best to take, but for half an hour we talked of whether Shelby or Claxon was the better town to go to for the marriage ceremony, which at either place could be performed without the consent of parent or guardian, and irrespective of the age of the applicants for the same.  Though preferring Shelby, Tom agreed to Claxon on my insisting on the latter place, which was the Mecca for runaway couples from our section of the state.  If I were going with them—­

“Going with them?” The inflection in Selwyn’s voice was hardly polite.  “You don’t intend—­”

“Yes, I do.  They’ve made a mess of the first try and they’ll be caught and brought back if somebody isn’t there to keep them from being held up.  I’m going with them.”

“How do you expect to hold off—­the holding up?” Selwyn was staring at me and anxiety concerning Harrie was for the time in abeyance.  He needed something to distract him.  “What are you going to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know—­don’t have to know until to-morrow—­I mean later to-day.”  I motioned toward the hall and, following me into it, he partly closed the door behind us.  “We’ll let those children have a chance to say good night, and then please go home.  And don’t look at me like that!  I don’t approve of runaway marriages any more than you do.  I’d never be a party to one, because I wouldn’t marry an angel-man before I was twenty-one.  Afterward running away wouldn’t be necessary.  Tom and Madeleine are not entirely to blame.”

“The blame for this will be put on you.  Mrs. Swink will credit you with the instigation and carrying out of the whole affair.  You mustn’t go with them, Danny.  It isn’t necessary.”

“Maybe it isn’t, but I’m going.  I can’t let a girl of Madeleine’s age leave the house alone at half past three in the morning, and certainly I cannot let Tom come here for her.  We will get to Claxon at ten o’clock and by that time Mrs. Swink will have finished her swooning and be working the wires.  They’ll certainly be held up at Claxon.”

“Then why go there?  Why not go on to Shelby?”

I shook my head.  “Claxon is the better place.  I don’t know how it’s going to be managed, but if one couldn’t outmanoeuver mother Swink—.  It doesn’t matter about my being blamed for helping them.  Long usage has accustomed me to large shares of blame.”  I held out my hand.  “I’ll be back to-morrow night.  Come Thursday.  I think by then—­”

“There are few things you will let me share with you, but the blame that will come from this I am going to share whether you let me or not.  I’ve gotten you into it and we’ll see it through together.  If you are going with them, I am going also.  Good night.”  He dropped the hand he was holding and turned away.  “Tell Tom I’m waiting, will you?”