val in some way. I don't know just how it
happened that he lost the others. At any rate, they found him after a
long hunt half frozen to death, a gash in his head, and several broken
bones. They thought they had better bring him home, where the doctor
could look after him, but he hasn't stood the journey as well as they
hoped."

"Poor Nance!" said Molly, as she hastened back to Queen's.

CHAPTER XIV.

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.

"Oh, Molly, what was that awful black wagon that went up the avenue a
few minutes ago?" demanded half a dozen voices as she opened the door
into her own room.

"The freshman at the Infirmary who was threatened with typhoid fever is
getting well," remarked Margaret Wakefield.

"Surely, nothing has happened to any of the Wellington girls?" put in
Jessie uneasily.

"No, no," answered Molly, "nothing so terrible as that, thank goodness.
It wasn't an undertaker's wagon, but an ambulance." She paused. It would
be rather hard on Nance to tell the news about Andy before all the
girls.

"It looked something like the Exmoor ambulance," here observed Katherine
Williams.

Molly was silent. Suppose she should tell the sad news and Nance should
break down and make a scene. It would be cruel. "I'll wait until they
go," she decided. But this was not easy.

"Who was in the ambulance, Molly?" asked Judy impatiently. "I should
think you would have had curiosity enough to have noticed where it
stopped."

It was no use wrinkling her eyebrows at Judy or trying to evade her
direct questions. The inquisitive girl went on:

"Wasn't that Dr. McLean on the seat with the driver?"

"Naturally he would be there, being the only physician in Wellington,"
replied Molly.

Then Lawyer Wakefield began a series of cross-questions that fairly made
the poor girl quail.

"In which direction were you going when you met the ambulance?" asked
this persistent judge.

"I was coming this way, of course."

"And you mean to say your curiosity didn't prompt you to turn around and
see where the ambulance stopped?"

"I didn't say that," faltered Molly, feeling very much like a prisoner
at the bar.

"You did turn and look then? Was it toward the faculty houses or the
Quadrangle that the ambulance was driving?"

"Well, really, Judge Wakefield, I think I had better seek legal advice
before replying to your questions."

Margaret laughed.

"I only wanted to prove to myself that the only way to get at the truth
of