"Guess Ed thinks that, too," said the brother mischievously. "He
has been growling to me about it."
"Ed is a dear, nice boy," she said simply.
"That's the sort of compliment a girl always pays the fellow she is
going to turn down," Jack declared.
"I think, brother, making love to Mabel has gone to your head. But
hurry along to the station and send off the message."
Cora sat there silent for a few moments. There was no one about the
camp but herself, and she would soon go down to the lake for a run
in her boat. She was thinking that of all the peculiar cases of
other people's troubles in which she felt she had a right to
interfere that of the girl who was said to be deaf and dumb and who
was probably hidden somewhere on Fern Island was the case most
urgent. If only she could really find her, and find that poor
demented old man who had so strangely crossed her path. Cora had
not the least fear of either of them and suddenly she resolved to go
alone to Fern Island and try to find them.
Ten minutes later, when she had left a note dangling from the
hanging lamp in the dining room, saying to the girls that she would
be back by supper time, Cora was gliding up Cedar Lake in the
Petrel.
She was glad that she did not meet any of her friends who would, of
course, ask where she was going. And now she was too far away to
meet any boats of summer fisher folks or pleasure seekers.
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