I've come back.
You know what i've got and i know what you've got. Act pronto. I'll come for my answer at eleven Friday night—at this tree. No tricks. If there's no answer—you know what i'll do.
HAWK.
"Hawk!" muttered Beth, "who on earth——?"
"Another——," said Peter cryptically.
"You see!" cried Beth triumphantly, "I knew it couldn't be Jack Bray!"
"This chap seems to be rather in earnest, doesn't he? Pronto! That means haste."
"But it's only a joke. It must be," cried Beth.
Peter loosened the knife, took the placard down and turned it over, examining it critically.
"I wonder." And then, thoughtfully, "No, I don't believe it is. It's addressed to McGuire. I'm going to take it to him."