Channing took possession of Patty, and merely saying “which way?” he led her across the wide lawn to the indicated path through the wood.
Elise followed, with Bob Peyton, who greatly admired the pretty New York girl. Farnsworth and Daisy Dow brought up the rear of the procession, and Bobbink, the ever useful courier, showed the way.
“Mr. Cameron says for you to do jes’ wot I says,” he announced, evidently greatly pleased at his position of power.
“Go ahead, Bobbink,” said Bill; “show us the way, but don’t talk too much.”
“Yassir. Dis way, ladies an’ gempmun.”
It was a beautiful walk, through the Autumn sunshine and forest shade. Now they crossed a tiny brook or paused to admire a misty waterfall, and again they found a long stretch of good State road.
And sooner than any one expected, they reached the shack.
“Dat’s de place,” announced Bobbink, and stood, pointing to the dilapidated shanty at the side of the road.
“Who’ll go in first?” asked Patty; “I’m scared.”
“I’m not,” and Daisy stepped nearer and peered curiously in at the door.