CHAPTER XV
TWO GIRLS ON THE ISLE
"He's gone!" Cora murmured, as creeping out from her hiding place,
she could see that the rowboat had left the shore. "Well, I am safe
again, for I have not the slightest fear of any one who may be on
this island--now."
Cora glanced about her in a dazed way. Then she noticed that the
bent grass and fern led toward a hill in a deep part of the wood.
"Strange," she was thinking. "I feel so absolutely certain that the
young girl is about here, and that she needs help."
The path was so faintly outlined that Cora could scarcely trace it,
but she knew if any one was in hiding the place of concealment must
be at the end of the path.
Several times she looked back of her to make sure that the man Jones
was not following. Then suddenly she thought she heard a faint
moan!
She listened. Yes, that was a sob and in a girl's weak voice. Cora
quickened her steps, and forgetting now to watch the path she was
covering, forgetting all except that a human creature must be in
pain, and that she could probably help that person. Cora Kimball
almost ran until she reached the hill, where she saw a sort of
screen made from the broken branches of trees.
Another moan! It was behind that screen! Quick as a flash Cora
jerked down the branches, thrust her head into a cave and there
beheld the one who was sobbing and moaning.
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