“How about your trip up the lake!” Cecile asked.
“Oh! But that scooter was different.”
The other girls were quite as pleased with the slide as Agnes; and the three ran into the house to dress for lunch, chattering like magpies, while the boys put the sled away under the shed.
When Luke and Neale went into the house they found Ike M’Graw skinning the fox in the back kitchen, Tom Jonah being a much interested spectator. The woodsman beckoned Neale to him.
“Look here, young feller,” he said. “You seen this critter shot last night, you say?”
“Yes,” replied the boy.
“Where was it shot from? I’m derned if I can find any place where the feller stood along the edge of the woods to shoot him.”
“No. I couldn’t find any footprints either,” Neale confessed.
“Not knowing from which direction the bullet came—”
“Oh, but I do know that, Mr. M’Graw. I am pretty positive, at least. I have been doubtful whether to say anything about it or not—and that’s a fact.”