"That boat is not hard to lift."
"If you only could, but I'm too done up to help," faltered the
woman.
Cora and Hazel easily shifted the light canoe up into the deep
grass. Kate got on her feet again, and, following the girls, all
made their way to a spot entirely closed in with heavy hemlock
trees.
"We may talk here," suggested Cora. "This is what we call our
annex--the annex to our camp."
"It's better than the shack I've been living in," murmured the
woman. "I'm done with that. Here," and she slipped her hand in her
dress, carefully taking from a patched place in her skirt a small
article. "This is yours--I know it!"
"My ring!"
Cora's eyes sparkled akin to the gem at which she was gazing. Hazel
looked on dumbfounded.
"Yes, it's your ring, but don't ask me how I got it," said Kate,
"though I'm pretty sure you can guess."
"I knew who had it, and I felt I would get it back," Cora replied,
"but I never dreamed how I might recover it. Mother gave it to me
on my last birthday."
"Well I'll tell you this much, miss," and Kate Simpson glanced
furtively around her, to make sure that no one might be approaching.
"If there ever was two bigger villains than Jim Peters and Tony
whatever-his-other-name-is-if-he's-got one, then I never heard tell
of them. They're up to some new trick every day and another new one
every night. But the worst--"
She seemed afraid to go on.
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