During the conversation the machine had been whizzing past hamlet, field and forest. Not once since leaving Prairie du Chien had their speed lessened.
“Now, boys,” said the Rector, after the lapse of several minutes, “we’re getting pretty near the place. Suppose we keep silent. Go slowly, now, chauffeur, and make as little noise as possible. And while we’re silent, let us all say a little prayer that we may succeed.”
The machine went forward slowly, cautiously. Clarence noticed the lips of John Rieler moving. Will Benton had removed his hat and sat with head bowed. Several minutes passed in perfect silence. Then the Rector touched the chauffeur’s arm. The machine stopped.
“Look,” whispered the Rector, pointing toward an open space on the river’s edge.
All turned eagerly.
A little tent—Dora’s tent—rose within thirty yards of them; only the one tent—nothing more.
CHAPTER XVII
In which one surprise follows so closely upon the heels of another that Masters Esmond and Rieler lose power of speech and Will Benton strikes a blow which will live forever in the traditions of Campion College.
“Follow me—quietly,” whispered Father Keenan to the two boys, Clarence and John.
In single file the three threaded their way through the shrubbery. Suddenly the Rector paused, and put his finger to his lips.