CHAPTER XVII

OUT OF THE SKY “It was three days ago I sent the telegram, and I haven’t heard a word!” Ruth Fielding addressed Helen and Chess, who were seated beside her on the porch swing at Cameron Hall. The girl of the Red Mill had lost weight and color, and the worried look never left her eyes. “I’m so discouraged and blue,” Helen sighed. “I can’t keep the news from father much longer. I’ve tried to make excuses for Tom’s absence, but now father is stronger and able to bear it, I must tell him. I—I’m almost afraid—we’ll neve…