Nobody could tell where they were, indeed, figuratively, of course, except–except that the experiment was a failure, so far as any proof to the World was concerned!
Except that Toandoah’s hopes were dashed,–if not broken!
The first record from Space was stolen,–or lost.
CHAPTER XX
The Search
No! She did not think the nickum had taken it,–that mysterious Jack at a Pinch!
This is what the bleeding heart of Pemrose told her over and over again within the next twenty-four hours,–and after that, too!
True, she had robbed him of his oars and a dance,–or had been responsible for the trick!
She had not made her scout-knights return those ashen blades until the morning after the dance, when they were surreptitiously deposited upon the opposite shore of the lake in the neighborhood of the camp near the insects’ egg-boats.
And she had enjoyed herself hugely as the guest of the White Birch Group at the wind-up of the June carnival, while he, twice a rescuer, a friend in a pinch, was drifting helplessly out upon the dark night-waters of the Bowl, trying to paddle with his hands, within hearing of the festive dance music, until some good Samaritan from his own shore rowed out and gave him a homeward tow.