"I'll print it
on a card and hang it near the engine."
"Thanks," whispered Walter, as he took the wheel. "Where to?" he
asked.
"The bath house," suggested Ed. "Our togs are there."
Gracefully the craft approached the group of bath houses, whence the
boys had started in their canoe that afternoon. But no lights
gleamed out to welcome the returning ones.
"My word!" exclaimed Walter a bit dubiously, "our togs are likely
locked up in the safe, and here we are, forty miles from the pile of
ready-to wear habiliments that hide behind Jack's trunk! Eh, what?"
"Sure thing!" agreed Ed with a sigh.
"Oh, never mind," consoled Cora. "Come over with us for a while,
anyhow, if only to report progress."
CHAPTER V
A MAN IN THE SHADOW
When the engine had been carefully covered, on arrival at the camp
dock, and the boat securely tied up for the night, the party were
all literally shaking hands in gratitude for the rescue. It was
only a short distance along the shore path to where the lads
"bunked," but the young men shivered during the trip. The girls
thought of their own coats and promptly offered them, for Walter, Ed
and Jack were really suffering in their bathing suits.
"But we have heavy dresses on," insisted Cora, "and really Jack it
is cool. Please take our coats," for her brother had objected.
"Well, if you insist," replied Jack, "but it seems to me we have had
more than our share of bad luck for one day.
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