"It looks like an
important craft too."
He had seen it before. It was the very boat in which the detective
and the police officer sailed up to the far island the morning they
came searching for evidence in the Jones' case.
"The path is narrow," Cora said, "but I happen to know it." She led
the way.
"There are men!" exclaimed Laurel as they neared the shack.
Two men were trying to force open the low window. Cora drew back,
for one of the men was in uniform.
"I suppose they have not finished the case," Jack ventured, and at
that very moment he would have given a great deal to have had his
sister and Laurel back at camp.
The men had not yet seen them. They forced open the window, and
were now inside.
"Let us turn back," Jack suggested. "They may ask us questions--"
"But the papers," begged Laurel. "They mean so much to father. And
what if those men should take them?"
"They will likely take everything they can lay their hands on," Jack
answered, "and I suppose it will be best for us to go on."
"Certainly," Cora said, knowing well that it was on her account that
Jack hesitated. "They cannot do more than ask questions."
But scarcely had she uttered the words than they saw the two men
walk out of the shack, and one of them had the can marked "red
paint!"
CHAPTER XXVII
A BOLD RESOLVE
Seeing their precious papers, or the receptacle that was said to
contain them, in the hands of the detective, Cora and Laurel both
drew back.
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