“It is Hilda.”
“Hilda what?”
“Isn’t Hilda enough?”
“No! no! Tell me your whole name!”
“Well, then, it is Hilda Dugan!”
“Dugan? Is it possible that——”
“Yes; it is possible. I am the daughter of Enos Dugan; but I am your friend just the same, Frank Merriwell. Come to the island to-morrow afternoon. I will wait for you. Good-by.”