I suppose
you'll sell her when you return to the Sage?"
"I don't know I'm sure," I said. "I must confess I'm still a
little at sea. My desire for an adventure seems to have let
me in deeper than I expected. I begin to see that there's
more in this bookselling game than I thought. Honestly, it's
getting into my blood."
"Well, that's fine," he said heartily. "I couldn't have left
Parnassus in better hands. You must let me know what you do
with her, and then perhaps, when I've finished my book, I can
buy her back."
We struck off into the lane. The ground was slippery under
the trees and we went single file, Mifflin in front. I looked
at my watch--it was nine o'clock, just an hour since I had
left the van. As we neared the spot Mifflin kept looking
ahead through the birch trees in a queer way.
"What's the matter?" I said. "We're almost there, aren't we?"
"We _are_ there," he said. "Here's the place."
Parnassus was gone!
CHAPTER TEN
We stood in complete dismay--I did, at any rate--for about as
long as it takes to peel a potato. There could be no doubt in
which direction the van had moved, for the track of the wheels
was plain. It had gone farther up the lane toward the quarry.
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