“You won’t have to,” declared her brother. “We have the motor-boat, and we can leave your boats here until to-morrow.”
“It would be hard to find where we hid the oars, anyhow,” suggested Marie, fearing lest the boys would insist on towing the craft. “You haven’t, by any chance, anything to eat; have you?”
“Nary an eat!” confessed Blake. “We came off in such a hurry.”
“Where did you go?” asked Mabel, as if she did not know.
“To Mt. Harry,” explained Jack. “You see we heard that the Gypsy camp was over there, and we thought we could get on the track of that girl!”
“Did you?” asked Mrs. Bonnell innocently, nudging Marie under cover of the darkness.
“No. There wasn’t the sign of a camp. But what did you go to Bear Pond for?”
“How did you know we were at Bear Pond?” challenged Natalie.
“Because that’s the only place to go to on this road, or from this part of the lake. Every one goes to Bear Pond who comes over this way. So, when we got back, and went over to your camp, and found you weren’t home by supper time,” explained Jack, “we knew where you’d gone.”
“And we knew you were lost,” added Phil.