" The
child's voice trembled.
"Don't worry, dear. We'll find him," said Miss Drayton, as they left the
dining-room.
The captain, who had kept his eyes on the little party, anticipated Miss
Drayton's questioning. Drawing her aside, he explained the situation.
"The scoundrel is probably safe in Canada by this time," he ended.
"He'll take good care to lay low. This child's other relatives will have
to be hunted up and informed. I'll send a wireless to New York. The
stewardess will take care of the little girl."
"Oh, as to that," Miss Drayton answered, "it will be only a pleasure to
me. She's a dear, quaint little thing."
"That's good of you," said Captain Wards, heartily. "I was about to ask
you--you're so kind and have made friends with her, you see--to tell her
that her uncle isn't here."
"Oh!"--Miss Drayton shrank from that bearing of bad tidings. "How can
I?"
The captain looked uncomfortable. "It is a good deal to ask," he
admitted. "I suppose I--or the stewardess--"
"But no. Poor little one!" Miss Drayton took herself in hand as she
thought of the shy, lonely child. "She must be told. And, as you say,
I've made friends with her, so it may come less hard from me.
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