“Well, never mind that. Shall we get the boat out to-morrow morning, and have a hunt along the side of the lake? We must find that archway.”
“Yes, of course.”
“What time shall I come—directly after breakfast?”
“Yes, and I’ll have the boat baled out. She’s half full of water. Job for Nat.”
“Then I’ll run home now. Good night.—Good night.”
The second good night came from half-way to the west end of the lake, as Fred ran on down to the narrow track which skirted the water-side.
“He will not go and hunt for it by himself,” said Scarlett, thoughtfully, as he turned to go in, little thinking what a shadow was falling over his home. “No,” he added laconically, “too dark;” and, after a glance toward the woodlands at the east end of the gate, he entered the house whistling merrily.