"Is this the way," he asked, politely, "to Barclay's Point?"
Henrietta's forefinger promptly pointed toward the north—directly toward the concealed Point.
"Just keep going," she advised. "It's quite a long way, but you're headed right for Barclay's."
"Yes," assisted Mabel, after a closer scrutiny of the telltale leggings, "you just keep going."
"I'm looking," explained the man, "for Mr. Black. He's at Barclay's Point, isn't he?"
"Sometimes," replied Henrietta, truthfully.
"How's the fishing up there?"
"I haven't fished," returned Henrietta, shortly. The game warden, it was plain, would get no incriminating information from Henrietta.
"This road, you say, leads to the Point?"
"Ye—es," faltered Mabel; "yes, if——"