Frank looked down at the slip of paper for a moment uncomprehendingly, for his thoughts had been far away. “Oh, the note,” he said. “Why, that was only to be given to his father in case anything happened, you know. But now that the boys are coming back to him themselves, I suppose the thing is worthless.” He made a motion as though to tear the note up, but Grace stopped him with a quick exclamation. “Don’t!” she cried, adding as they all looked at her in surprise: “Don’t you suppose there might be something in it that would give us a clue to the professor’s whereabouts now, perhaps? Don’t you think it would be wise to look, at least?” But Frank slowly shook his head. “Arnold Dempsey’s message, written to his dad when he thought he might never see him again, doesn’t belong to us,” he said decidedly. “The note was given in trust to me, and since I can’t deliver it! or at least, since there is now no reason for delivering it! the only thing I can honorably do is this.” And very slowly and very decidedly he tore the note into little bits and threw the pieces among the wild roses at the side of the porch. It was the first real glimpse the girls had had of the man who had come back in the old Frank’s place, and with all their hearts they admired him. Even Grace, who had seemed inclined to pout a little, could not but admit that the action was splendid in him. “And now,” said Will, “after all that, the boys will come back to find their dad gone, heaven knows where, dead perhaps!!” “Oh, I wonder if there isn’t some way we can follow him and find out at least what has happened to him?” broke in Amy earnestly. “It seems dreadful just to sit back and not even try to help,” “I don’t see what we can do,” said Will judicially, just as Mrs. Irving appeared in the doorway. “We will postpone the discussion for the present anyway,” he added, in a different tone, rising with alacrity and dusting off his uniform. “Something tells me that lunch is waiting. Come, let us eat!” So ended all serious discussion for that day, and the girls and boys gave themselves up to the delight of being together again. Only Betty’s thoughts seemed to wander at times and she had to be brought back by sundry mischievous and significant remarks from the young folks. Worn out with fun, the young soldiers slept like tops that night in their improvised beds and rose the next morning professing to feel like “two year olds” and ready for whatever new fun and adventure the day might bring them. And for the first night since their arrival at Wild Rose Lodge the girls slept soundly without being bothered by the haunting fear of the “Thing”! at least, so they said. That day they wandered through the woods together, searching for some sign of their strange visitor, but found not a trace of anything unusual and alarming.