Starr.
Between them all the illness seemed overwhelmed. In fact, the man's
eyes, the safest signal of the brain, were as dear as those of the
young persons who so eagerly watched his every move.
Dr. Rand came at once. He diagnosed the case as one of mental
shock, and called the patient convalescent. A nurse however was
called in to hurry the recovery, and this necessitated the renting
of another bungalow for the boys.
There had never been more excitement around the wood camp. The boys
ran this way and that, each anxious to outdo the other in the
accomplishment of something important. Finally Cora suggested that
they all go away to make sure that Mr. Starr would have real quiet.
"Can't we go for the papers? To the shack?" Laurel ventured.
"We might," Jack replied. "I see no reason why we should not."
"Let us three go," proposed Cora, "I mean you and Laurel and I,
Jack. It might be best not to attract attention."
Once more the Petrel sailed up the lake, this time toward the
Everglades. Cora thought of that day when she and Bess dared take
the same journey, when the strange man sat at the willowed shore
ostensibly making sketches. She thought now that his work then must
have been the forging of a letter to hand the poor demented hermit
of Fern Island.
"The shack is just over there, Jack," she said, pointing out the
willows.
"There's another boat anchored there," Jack said.
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