“Where do you live, if I may ask?”
“On Blank Island.”
“Where is that? Anywhere near Forest City?”
“North of Forest City. It is on ‘the line,’ so they say; one-half the island is in Maine and one-half in New Brunswick.”
Frank was more than ever astonished, for it seemed most amazing that such a girl could live on an island away up there in the lake. He did not wish to seem too curious, and so he did not ask other questions just then.
But she took her turn, for she led him to tell how he came to be there. She listened attentively to his story of adventures around Moosehead. He told how Hans had been taken ill, and they had stopped at Brownville. He explained how he had acquired the handsome rifle, and how it had been stolen from him by a man named Enos Dugan, whom he had pursued to the Grand Lake region.
“Perhaps you know something about Enos Dugan?” he said, in conclusion.
“Yes,” she slowly answered; “I do.”
“What can you tell me about him?”