When Mr. Tyson walked away, as he did immediately, with a salute to all, the boys sat down again to finish dessert. “It will be a good chance, Ann,” said Maurice in a low tone to his cousin. He did not explain what sort of chance he meant, but Ann understood.
“I think so, too, Maury. Good luck.”
Maurice thought that it was a very sweet look with which he was favored, as Ann looked up at him to wish him good luck. They walked to the lobby together, with the rest of the party; then Maurice joined his father and they drove away at once.
“I wonder where the property is that Grandmother wants Dad to look up,” said Suzanne.
“I don’t know,” replied Ann, much preoccupied.
CHAPTER XVII
MOONLIGHT ON THE SECRET TRAIL
It was a seven passenger car, but eight could and did ride in it that afternoon, on the trip to Las Olas beach. Maurice was gone and Eleanor had promised to go back to Miami early in the afternoon. That left Dick and Lois Bell, Fred Hall, Louise Duncan, Ronald Bentley, Suzanne Tyson, Ann Sterling and Jack Hudson. They drove first to the Seminole camp, just west of town. Ronald had mentioned it and both Suzanne and Ann felt anxious to see it. They had noticed the gayly dressed Indians on the streets and Ann was delighted to see one poling his way across the New River in one of the cypress trunk canoes.
Fred, who drove his father’s car, had a great time finding the road, but finally got started in the right direction, a matter of a short time to reach the camp once the right road was found. They were nearly stuck in the sand once or twice, but they lightened the load by jumping out and pulled out safely.
“What an Indian camp!” thought Ann. Here were no tepees, nor moccasin-wearing Indians. Little that she had learned in the West about Indians would apply here, so far as what she had expected to see was concerned, with the exception of bad housekeeping! The camp site was littered with a nondescript collection of tin cans, chicken feathers, bones and old utensils.