Once more the dumb answer. But the silence seemed odd, for
Bob had long since lost his fear 'of these companions.

"Look up here, Bob."

Reluctantly the child obeyed. Burns caught one fleeting
glimpse of wet black lashes. One big tear was slowly stealing
down the pale little cheek.

"What's the matter, old man?"

No reply.

Burns looked at Ellen Lessing behind Bob's back. She did not
meet his glance. She was looking at the boy. It struck him
that her profile made the most enchanting outline he had ever
seen. He tried to steel his heart against them both. He knew
his theory was right; he now had the chance to put it into
practice.

The Green Imp turned a corner to the right. They were not yet
out of the city, and at the next block the car turned another
corner, also to the right. At the end of another block the
Imp, swerved once more - to the right. This brought them back
to the wide street which led to the shopping district they had
lately left. With silent passengers the Imp threaded its way
to the toy shop. In front of it Burns stopped the car. He
got out and went in and came out, the big rocking-horse in the
arms of the salesman who followed him.