He was getting some milk
bottles out, and I suppose he heard the talking in our Garage,
for he stopped and then looked up. Then he dropped a milk
bottle, but he stood still and stared.
With what anguished eyes, dear Log or Journal, did I look
down at him, unable to speak or utter a sound. I then tried to
untie the Towle but could not, owing to feeling weak and sick
and the knots being hard.
I at one moment thought of jumping out, but it was to far
for our Garage was once a Stable and is high. But I knew that if
the Criminals who surounded my Father and the manager heard such
a sound, they would then attack my Father and kill him.
I was but a moment thinking all this, as my mind is one to
work fast when in Danger. Mr. Schmidt was still staring, and the
horse was moving on to the next house, as Mr. Schmidt says it
knows all his Customers and could go out alone if necesary.
It was then that I remembered that, although I could not
speak, I could signal him, although having no flags. I therfore
signaled, saying:
"Quiet. Spies. Bring police."
It was as well that he did not wait for the last to
letters, as I could not remember C, being excited and worried at
the time.
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