"It isn't mine, it's yours."
"And to think that we and our boys both got prizes!" exclaimed
Hazel. "Isn't it too good to be true?"
"And too good to be false," answered Paul. "Now, boys, let's run
along. I have something to do before evening."
"And I had better make for camp," said Cora. "These togs are wet."
"Of course," said Belle with sympathy in her voice. "But when do
you get your medal, Cora?"
"I believe it comes from Philadelphia. Some wealthy man has it
stored there waiting to be claimed."
"It's a wonder the mother of that little girl didn't want to adopt
you, Cora," said Jack, as the boys started off with Paul. "I
thought from the way she hung on to you she had intentions. Well,
so long. We will give you first ride in our new canoe, and let us
hope we will have better luck with this one than we had with the
other," and then the boys went off for the prize.
"I can't get over that girl being deaf and dumb," said Hazel, as the
girls made their way to the camp. "I can scarcely believe it."
"Well, now we have a double interest on Fern Island," Cora answered.
"If there is really such an unfortunate creature hid or hiding there
she ought to be rescued. I cannot understand, either, how that
foreigner can be her guardian."
"That Jones?" asked Bess, as innocently as if she had not seen the
girl race and heard about the man claiming her prize.
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