“I'm going right down there,” the broken voice went on. “Have you a time-table here?” Halloran fumbled in his drawer, found the time-table, looked over the train schedule, marked the right column with his pencil and laid it before the Captain. “When is that? Ten-thirty?” “Yes; ten-thirty.” “That's in about an hour. Well, then, I suppose-----” He made as if to rise, but settled back again. Finally Halloran spoke. “I think I know your daughter, Captain.” “You know her?” “Yes; I saw her several times a few years ago. I can tell you a good deal about George, too.” “She's a good girl. We used to think she took after me a little. I think maybe--I think I'll bring her right back with me to-night or tomorrow; and then you can come around and see us.” “Yes. What would you say if I were to go down with you, Captain. Perhaps I could help you find her and George.” He hesitated a moment. “We'll bring the boy back, too. I guess we can manage to keep him busy around the office until the mills start up again.” “Do you know how old he is?” “George must be about sixteen, I should say.” “And the girl is married--she must be older--I guess I'm a little bewildered.” He got up now and stood silent by the desk. “I'll be ready for you in half an hour, Captain.” There seemed to be nothing more to say; and after another silence Craig went out. But later, during the hours on the train, Halloran had to tell over and over what he knew about George and Lizzie, their mother, and Le Duc. CHAPTER XI--High Life at the Le Ducs When at last they were on the cable-car, north bound, Craig broke the silence that had held through the latter half of the journey. “Do you suppose we could get them all together to-night--the boy, and the girl and her husband? We could have a supper somewhere.” “I think so. It will be a little late before I can get George back from Evanston--half-past eight or nine o'clock, probably.” The Captain winced at the words. He knew now that George was a charity boy in the home of his own father. “If you would like to set it for half-past eight, I will see Le Duc and then go out for George.” The Captain, whose head was in no condition for planning even so much as a supper, accepted this arrangement without a word. They were silent again until they left the car. “I wonder if she'll know me,” Craig mused, as they walked along, “I ain't the same as I was then--it's a long time, Mr. Halloran, a long time. She was a pretty girl--always had a laugh for one--I've often thought of her energy and nerve. She had a way of going at things, I tell you. When she got a notion she ought to earn her own living there couldn't anything stop her. Are we getting near it?” “Just a little way now.” “That's good. It's queer how long a day can be--and after most twenty years, too.”