Tales of the Long Bow
"We should rather like to know what has happened," said the visitor with vague carelessness. "If anything unpleasant had happened, people might even blame us, when we knew he was like that."
"Like what? "asked Joan smiling.
"Why, a bit off, I suppose we must say," answered the other. "The things he said to me about cows and trees and having found a new star were really———"
"Well, it's rather lucky you came to me," said Joan quietly. "For I don't believe you'd have found anybody else on the face of the earth who knows exactly where he is now."
"And where is he?"
"Well, he's not on the face of the earth," said Joan Hardy.
"You don't mean he's—dead?" asked the other in an unnatural voice.
"I mean he's up in the air," said Joan, "or, what is often much the same thing, he is with my husband. Hillary rescued him when they were just going to nab him, and carried him off in an aeroplane. He says they'd better hide in the clouds for a bit. You know the way he talks; of course, they do come down every now and then when it's safe."
"Escaped! Nabbed him! Safe!" ejacu-
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