"Don't you think they'll be wondering about us?" asked Eleanor.
"Pooh, no! Matthews told me to come on here and find you! He's just back there a little way."
"Did he plan this?"
"Course! How do you suppose I knew where to find you? You see now why
I must not see you, if we are to keep our resolutions?"
"Yes, I see! Let us go back."
It was on the lake side of the logs that Wayland paused.
"I don't think they could see through those logs?" he said.
Eleanor burst into a peal of laughter and ascended the fallen trunks as if they had been stairs.
They came on the other two sitting squat in the middle of the trail; and if the windfall had been opaque, one of the two wore an expression on his face as if he had guessed. He was tossing a handful of little pebbles up from his palm and catching them on the backs of his knuckles.
"We didn't make much o' the woods an' birds," he remarked with a twisted smile, "but man alive, we can play jacks!"