"What?"
"I'm going to do something now!"
"Margaret!"
"I'm going to send a ship up north with a search party to do nothing else but look for him—for them, for Eric and Mr. Thomas!"
Latham turned from her to Geoff helplessly.
"What in the world are you talking about?" her brother demanded of her.
"I'm going to do what I ought to have done two years ago; and now I won't put it off any longer."
Latham lighted a cigarette. "Surely before even talking over this mad idea any further you're going to prove up on that." He jerked toward the box with the wild bird.
"Of course."
"All right, Geoff. Look up the trains. I'll start south to-night."
"No; please don't, Price," Margaret interposed. "You're awfully good, and I thank you very much; but I'd rather you wouldn't."
"Me, then?" asked Geoff.
"No; you'd be the same as Price."
