Get it over with, Jimmy, for
Heaven's sake! Here, George, grab this trunk!"
CHAPTER IV
Anderson Rectifies an Error
In a jiffy the fugitives and their property were transferred to the
interior of the roomy boathouse, the doors bolted, and George Crosby
stationed at a window to act as lookout.
"Is it your father?" demanded the Rev. James Bracken, turning to
Marjory. Young Mrs. Crosby was looking on eagerly.
"Mr. Brewster is at home and totally oblivious to all this," cried Jack
Barnes. "I don't know what it means. Here's the license, Jimmy. Are you
ready, Marjory?"
"This is rather a squeamish business, Jack--" began the young minister
in the negligee shirt. He was pulling on his coat as he made the remark.
"Oh, hurry, Jimmy; please hurry!" cried Marjory Brewster.
"Don't wait a second, Jimmy Bracken!" cried Amy Crosby, dancing with
excitement. "You can't go back on them now!"
Three minutes later there was no Marjory Brewster, but there was a Mrs.
John Ethelbert Barnes--and she was kissing her husband rapturously.
"Now, tell us everything," cried Mrs. Crosby after the frantic
congratulations. The Reverend "Jimmy" Bracken, of the Eleventh
Presbyterian Church, was the only one who seemed uncertain as to his
position. In the first place, old Judge Brewster was a man of influence
in the metropolis, from which all had fled for a sojourn in the hills.
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