ran off to a spot where she declared she could get the better kind of
fruit, better than any they had yet secured. She turned in back of the
big barn, then ran over behind the ice-house, and then she smelled
apples, ripe apples.

"There are harvest apples around here, somewhere," she told herself.
"I simply must find them."

From tree to tree she scampered along until she was out in the lane
that ran into the next estate.

"That's a road," she was thinking. "And there's a man."

Glancing around to see if she could discern Dorothy or Cologne, Tavia
had a sudden thrill of terror.

"I didn't know I had gone so far," she thought, "and that man is
coming this way."

Something familiar about the manner in which the stranger advanced
toward her attracted her attention.

"Looks like that man! It is he! The fellow who stopped the hay-wagon
runaway!"

She was still frightened, but a trifle more at ease, since she
recognized the man in the big slouch hat. "Whatever could have brought
him here?" she asked herself. The next moment she was glad--glad that
Cologne and Dorothy were out of reach.