"How in the world did that get here!" she exclaimed, and then turned deathly white, as a horrible suspicion crossed her mind: "Oh, it could never be! no, no, no, no!"
She dropped the bundle and ran down to the water's edge. The spot was just below the mill, and in a little cove, where the river was comparatively quiet.
Nothing was to be seen--nothing but the sparkle of the sun, and the waving shadows cast by the trees overhead.
"It's awfully lonely here," she said to herself. "If Jack came here----"
She was startled to see the shadow of a man close beside her. Looking up she gave a slight scream as she recognized the tall form of Corrigan.
She did not know that the man had been watching her for some time, revolving in his mind what he should say about Jack if asked any questions.
He advanced to her with a smiling face, ignoring entirely the way he had treated her the previous evening.
"Got tired of waiting for Jack to get back?" he asked.
Deb was too much alarmed to offer a reply at once.
"Yes--I am," she stammered.