"Yes, Mrs. Wall." Don's cap was in his hand. "Is he home? Could I see him
right away?"

Mrs. Wall shook her head. "He went to the city this morning. I do not
expect him until evening. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"N-no," said Don. He went down the stoop, stumbling on the last step, and
walked slowly toward home.




CHAPTER V

A PLEA ON THE ROAD


Dinner was almost over when Don reached home. Barbara brought his food
from the kitchen where she had kept it warm.

"Didn't you hear me say twelve sharp?" she scolded.

Don told of Bobbie's message, of his interview with Tim, and of his
fruitless trip to Mr. Wall's house. Barbara, engrossed in the tale,
dropped into her own seat and listened intently. Mr. Strong shook his
head soberly.

"Going to Danger Mountain will be a foolhardy trick," he said.

"I wish Mr. Wall were home," said Don. He had lost appetite for his