"
The thought of the man Jones flashed through Hazel's mind. And he
had threatened Cora. She had interfered in taking away Kate, the
house keeper, she had found out about the man and girl on Fern
Island, and she had saved little Mabel Blake! Now all that--
"Trick!" repeated Bess. "That could not be called a trick."
"For want of a better word," said Ben, with apology in his voice.
"But when the boys found the boat they started off in her and left
word you were not to follow."
"But we must," insisted Hazel. "We might find her and they might
not. But how can we go?"
"I could get you another boat if you're set on it," offered Ben,
"but I wouldn't like to displease the young men."
"Oh, we will answer for that," Hazel assured him, "just get the
boat. We will go up the lake."
"Yes, you've got it right. Up the lake, fer I saw Tony comin' down
the lake."
Only Hazel understood him. He, too, suspected the man of many
names.
It was not more than five minutes later that Dan brought the small
motor boat from the dock, and scarcely more than another five
minutes passed before the girls were off.
There were many small boats dotted about the water, and the girls
looked keenly for the flag of the Petrel which they could have
distinguished even in the darkness for the white head-light always
showed up its maroon and white, but old Ben took no heed of the
craft in the lower end of the cove.
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