to-morrow morning would convert
the trusting, wayward baby of a woman, with her adorable inconsistencies
and her big, generous heart, into something Sara dared not contemplate.
The thought of the look in those brown-gold eyes, when Molly should know
the truth, brought a lump into her throat.

She turned to Jane Crab.

"Listen to me, Jane," she said tersely. "Miss Molly's run away with
Mr. Lester Kent. She thinks he's going to marry her. But he can't--he's
married already----"

"Sakes alive!" Just that one brief exclamation, and then suddenly Jane's
lower lip began to work convulsively, and two tears squeezed themselves
out of her little eyes, and her whole face puckered up like a baby's.

Sara caught her by the arm and shook her.

"Don't cry!" she said vehemently. "You haven't time! We've got to save
her--we've got to get her back before any one knows. Do you understand?
Stop crying at once!"

Jane reacted promptly to the fierce imperative, and sniffingly choked
back her tears. Suddenly her eyes fell on the little package from the
chemist which she still held clutched in her hand.

"The artfulness of her!" she ejaculated indignantly. "Asking me to go
along to the chemist's and bring her back some aspirin for her headache!
And me, like a fool, suspecting nothing, off I goes! There's the
stuff!"--viciously flinging the chemist's parcel on to the floor. "Eh!
Miss Molly'll have more than a headache to face, I'm thinking!"

"But she _mustn't_, Jane! We've got to get her back, somehow."

Though Sara spoke with such assured conviction, she was inwardly racked
with anxiety. What _could_ they do--two forlorn women? And to whom could
they turn for help? Miles? He was lame. He was no abler to help than
they themselves. And Selwyn was away, out of reach!

"We must get her back," she repeated doggedly.

"And how, may I ask, Miss Sara?" inquired Jane bitterly. "Be you goin'
to run after the motor-car, mayhap?"

For a moment Sara was silent. The sarcastic query had set the spark to
the tinder, and now she was thinking rapidly, some semblance of a plan
emerging at last from the chaotic turmoil of her mind.

Garth Trent! He could help her! He had a car--Sara did not know its
pace, but she was certain Trent could be trusted to get every ounce
out of it that was possible. Between them--he and she--they would bring
Molly back to safety!

She turned swiftly to Jane Crab.

"Come to the stable and help me put in the Doctor's