"No, I will go down the lake a little farther. At least I am free now," she told herself.
It was nearing noon, she could tell by the sun, and she felt the need of food. Just below her she could see that the lake broadened, and there she determined to stop.
Her arms were getting stiff, and the sun burned down on her head, which was uncovered.
"Seems to me I hear voices," she thought. "I must go in to shore."
Gracefully she swung into the grassy bank. No sooner had her paddle sent her boat within reach of shore than she saw——
"Oh, my! It is our camp!" she yelled frantically, jumping out, and attempting to run up the hill toward the barn. But eager ears had heard her voice.
The next moment Dorothy Dale was clasped in the arms of her father.