Trained WILL BUNKER WAS at the house before dawn, knocking at the doors and windows. Charles crawled down the rain-spout and greeted him with the news about Rod. Will, who had known and loved Rod since he was a baby, cried out loud in his shame. He threw open the door and rushed up to the sleeping porch. He tiptoed gently to the far cot and dropped to his knees to put his arms around the sleeping boy. “Forgive me, Rod. I didn’t want it to work out this way. I came back to the cave after my meeting and I couldn’t find you all. I was sure all you nimble and wonderful Pritchards had climbed out. I know you boys climb cliffs, jump over boulders in streams, swing up trees—you can do anything out of doors; and I guess I didn’t think. I just didn’t think anything could happen to any of you.” He paused. Rod opened his eyes and smiled. “Aw, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” He sat up to prove it. “You’re a hero,” said Will. “No, Windy is the hero.” And he told Will about the owl.
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