Dick is not a Prompt Bearer of News.

When the captain reached Glenford, and before he went to the Ports’ he went to the telegraph-office, and made inquiries at various other places, but his niece had not been seen in town.  He wandered about so long and asked so many questions that it was getting dark when he suddenly thought of the shunpike.  He had not thought of it before, for it was an unfit road for bicycles, but now he saw that he had been a fool.  That was the only way she could have gone back.

Hurrying to a livery-stable, he hired a horse and buggy and a lantern, and drove to the shunpike.  There he plainly saw the track of the bicycle as it had turned into that rough road.  Then he drove on, examining every foot of the way, fearful that he might see, lying senseless by the side of the road, the figure of a girl, perhaps unconscious from fatigue, perhaps dead from an accident.

When at last he emerged upon the turnpike he lost the track of the bicycle, but still he went on, all the way to Broadstone; a girl might be lying senseless by the side of the road, even on the pike, which at this time was not much frequented.  Thus assuring himself that Olive had reached Broadstone in safety, or at least had not fallen by the way, he turned and drove back to town upon the pike, passing his own toll-gate, where the bar was always up after dark.  He had promised to return the horse that night, and, as he had promised, he intended to do it.  It was after nine o’clock when, returning from the livery-stable, he reached the Port house, and saw Maria sitting in the open doorway.

She instantly ran out to meet him, asking him somewhat sharply why he had disappointed them.  She had kept the supper waiting ever so long.  He went in to see her father, who was sitting up for him, and she busied herself in getting him a fresh supper.  Nice and hot the supper was, and although his answers to her questions had not been satisfactory, she concealed her resentment, if she had any.  When the meal was over both father and daughter assured him that it was too late for him to go home that night, and that he must stay with them.  Tired and troubled, Captain Asher accepted the invitation.

As soon as he could get away from the Port residence the next morning Captain Asher went home.  He had hoped he would have been able to leave before breakfast, but the solicitous Maria would not listen to this.  She prepared him a most tempting breakfast, cooking some of the things with her own hands, and she was so attentive, so anxious to please, so kind in her suggestions, and in every way so desirous to make him happy through the medium of savory food and tender-hearted concern, that she almost made him angry.  Never before, he thought, had he seen a woman make such a coddling fool of herself.  He knew very well what it meant, and that provoked him still more.