"Oh, most men think girls get ill to order. Very likely he thought
I was acting," and the strange girl almost laughed.
"Our folks will be frightened about me," Cora said. "Are there no means of getting away from here?"
"There is not a person on this island that I know of," replied
Laurel. "Of course, Brentano took your boat."
"Brentano?" Cora repeated.
"Yes. Did you not know his name?"
"He seems to have a collection of names. One calls him Tony, another Jones, and now it is Brentano."
"But we knew him abroad. That is his name."
Cora wondered, but did not feel inclined to ask further questions then. It was almost dark, and under the pine trees shadows fell in gloomy foreboding.
"Hark!" exclaimed Cora. "I thought I heard an engine!"
They listened. "Yes it is an engine," replied Laurel, "but I am afraid it is over at Far Island."