“No, but let’s make haste back,” cried Cynthia.
Artingale seemed disposed to loiter, but Cynthia was in earnest, and they hurried back towards where they had left Julia seated on a rock, one of the many scattered about.
It was time they did, for Artingale’s words just uttered were not the words of truth.
Part 2, Chapter II.
The Stray Lamb.
“Don’t be alarmed, Cynthia; these rocks are so much alike, and we wandered a good way.”
“But I am alarmed, Harry; I am sure it was here.”
“It does look like the place, certainly,” he said; “but there is another heap further on.”