"
"Brentano?" Cora repeated.
"Yes. Did you not know his name?"
"He seems to have a collection of names. One calls him Tony,
another Jones, and now it is Brentano."
"But we knew him abroad. That is his name."
Cora wondered, but did not feel inclined to ask further questions
then. It was almost dark, and under the pine trees shadows fell in
gloomy foreboding.
"Hark!" exclaimed Cora. "I thought I heard an engine!"
They listened. "Yes it is an engine," replied Laurel, "but I am
afraid it is over at Far Island."
"Couldn't we shout?"
"I would rather not. You see father wants to stay here," she said
hesitatingly.
"You mean if any one came for us they would know we were not alone
here?"
"They might suspect. Or they might just happen to see father."
Cora was sorry. She wanted so much to call to the possible
passerby, but she saw that the other girl had some very strong
motive in wishing to leave the island secretly.
"Do you never go away from here?" she asked.
"Only when I am forced to, as I was the day of the race. He made me
race, threatening to expose father if I did not."
"And then he said that you were deaf and dumb," added Cora
indignantly.
"I did not mind that at all. In fact it was the easiest way for me
to get out of meeting people." Laurel sighed heavily. "I do wonder
when our lives will change," she said finally.
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