Chapter 73

If Cousin Pat, when she begged him not to go, had known how badly he, Bawne, had wanted to hold her round the neck and beg her not to let him, he would at this moment have been unheroically safe. She was so big. He had most dreadfully wanted to cling to her and cry--imagine a fellow of twelve doing anything so kiddish. But he had swallowed the unmanly tears, and wriggled out of her strong protecting arms. He looked back and saw her tall white figure, standing near the hulking black-clad shape of the Doctor, who h…