In the meantime Mr. Thorpe and the detective were engaged in low, earnest conversation.
“Are you satisfied the child is my little Dorothy?” asked Mr. Thorpe.
“I am not positive, but I believe so. I have watched all the afternoon in hopes of catching a glimpse of her. Once I heard a child cry.”
“Yet the child may not be Dorothy!”
“True!” replied the detective, “but whether the child be yours or not, I am satisfied the little thing in that cabin is there against its will.”
“Did you note any visitors to the cabin this evening?”
“Yes; a man rowed over from the direction of ‘Bundy’s’ about half an hour ago. He is in there now.”
“Do you think the Italian, his visitor and the child are the only ones there?”
“I am positive they are the only ones in that cabin at this moment.”
“Then let’s wade out there,” urged Mr. Thorpe.