The girl turned the glasses in her fingers anxiously. "I wonder—" she said; "Oh, I do wonder if we were in time."
"We'll hope so," said Dick, cheerfully.
"Thank you," said the girl, and turned toward the door; and then suddenly she turned back and her eyes were wide. She came quite near to him. "Are you—" she almost whispered, "—are you sure that it was a spy-glass that they had?"
"Why, yes," said Dick; "Certainly it was a spy-glass. What else should it be?"
"You are sure?" her breath was coming rapidly and her hands clenched; "You are sure that it wasn't a—a gun?"
"Oh, nonsense!" cried Dick. "Of course I'm sure. I could see perfectly plainly that it was a spy-glass. Now don't worry about anything like that. It certainly was a spy-glass;—and anyway, a gun couldn't shoot any such distance as that. You know that, yourself."
The girl relaxed somewhat. "I'm sorry," she said, "to seem foolish; but the thought frightened me so. Thank you so much for everything," and she turned again and went back into the house.
And Dick returned to his lanai and sat down once more before his typewriter. "Now I wonder," he said to himself, "I wonder if she really is not—pupu-le."
