Then suddenly both halted! Neither spoke but gasped.
Upon the bank of the lake, in the narrow strip of green that folded the path from the water were—garments!
“Jack’s sweater!” gasped Pat.
“And her—tam!” added Gloria.
Startled they stooped over the glaring green coat and hat.
“How could they come here?” breathed Gloria.
“She must have brought them. But where can she be?”
Somehow a coat and hat by the side of a lashing lake seemed ominous. No more joking about Jack’s uncanny athletic ability. Neither suggested she might be up a tree, or——
“Oh!” screamed Gloria. “I see a canoe paddle. Pat, look!”
“Away out in the torrent!” gasped Pat. “Oh, Gloria, if——”