“Oh, I’m so glad to get away,” Zara sobbed.  “I thought it was best to go.  They told me that I wouldn’t be taken back to Farmer Weeks, and that my father wanted me to go with them.  They had a note from him, and he said he didn’t quite understand but that he was sure Mr. Holmes was his friend, and would look after me properly.  And they said Bessie would be in danger as long as I stayed with her.  That is really why I went.”

“But it’s all right now, Zara,” Eleanor Mercer said, soothingly.  “We’ll look after you now, Didn’t they treat you well here?”

“Oh, it was horrid, Miss Eleanor!  They kept me locked up in that room, and I never saw anyone at all, except one old woman, who was deaf, and couldn’t understand me.  She brought my meals, but of course I couldn’t talk to her.”

“He was afraid to trust anyone she could talk to, of course, or who could answer questions if anyone happened to come here.  That explains why the people inside didn’t pay any attention to all the noise we made as we drove up.  That was the one thing I was afraid of, and I couldn’t figure out any way to avoid that risk.”

“But why did you bring Mr. Holmes along?”

“So that he wouldn’t get here before we did and get her away, Eleanor.  That was why I had to make him think we swallowed that ridiculous story of his, too.  Well, Dolly, will you forgive me now for not telling you before?  Wasn’t the surprise worth waiting for?”

“That—­and getting Zara back.  Of course it was,” said Dolly happily.  “Oh, Zara, we’re going to have such good times on the farm now!”

“On the farm, yes,” said Jamieson, dryly.  “But no straying into the road!  And you’d better see that half a dozen of them are always together, Eleanor.  Mr. Holmes isn’t the sort to be content with one licking.  He’ll come back for more, or else I’m mightily mistaken in my man.”

Then they all climbed into the wagons again, and how they did laugh at the disconsolate figure of Mr. Holmes, whom they passed, trudging slowly and unhappily toward Deer Crossing.

Jamieson looked at his watch.  Then he laughed merrily.

“He’ll have to wait until half past five in the morning for the milk train to take him back to the city,” he said.  “I don’t envy him.  There isn’t much to do at Deer Crossing.”