Green Eyes

A Mystery Story for Girls
By ROY J. SNELL
The Reilly & Lee Co. Chicago New York
COPYRIGHT 1930 BY THE REILLY & LEE CO. PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.
It was night on Morton’s Bay. A bright half moon painted a path of silver over water as still as the night.
At the very center of this narrow bay some dark object cast a shadow. This was a rowboat. It was painted black. The anchor lay in its prow. The boat did not drift. There are times of perfect calm on the upper waters of Lake Huron.
One figure was noticeable in this boat. A slight girl, she sat bent over as if in sleep, or perhaps in deep meditation.
There was another person in the stern of the boat. A large girl, she lay in perfect repose against a pile of pillows. Was she asleep? Did she dream? She was thinking. One thinks best when at perfect repose. Where could be found more perfect repose? Perhaps nowhere. Yet this girl, who was none other than our old friend, Florence Huyler, was slightly disturbed.
The rowboat had but now ceased rocking. The moment before, a powerful speed boat, passing at a terrific rate, had stirred the waters and had sent deep ridges and furrows to lift and drop it, lift and drop it many times.
Florence did not like speed boats. They hurried too much. She was seldom in a hurry. She and this other girl had come to the little settlement to seek repose. More than once a speed boat had interrupted her meditations. Now it had happened again.
“They’re taking a wide circle,” she told herself. “More than likely they’ll come back. Why can’t they leave us in peace?”
The circle made by the speed boat widened. Perhaps they would not return after all. Her thoughts shifted to other matters.