“That’s what we all want to know,” Bob told him. “Mr. Sleeper thinks it was Helen.”
“Where ees she?”
“She’s gone,” Mr. Sleeper groaned just as a voice called from the cabin.
“Where’s Helen?”
Mrs. Sleeper appeared, coming down the path, a bath robe thrown hastily about her. Her husband caught her in his arms and hastily explained what had happened, trying to make as light of it as possible. But she was not deceived and sobbed heavily as he led her back to the cabin, the others following.
“What can we do?” Mr. Sleeper asked a moment later.
“Go after them, of course,” Jack said eagerly.
“They can’t be far away and if Mrs. Sleeper isn’t afraid to stay here alone I suggest that you and Jacques go one way while Jack and I go another,” Bob suggested.
“Go by all means.” Mrs. Sleeper sobbed. “And don’t come back without her. I couldn’t bear that.”
“I’ll get our flashes,” Jack said.