“But what is it you want to do, Cora, dear?” asked Marita.
“I want to go to Denny’s cabin, and see what has happened,” was the answer.
“What!” cried Belle, with an exclamation of surprise and alarm. “Tramp through the woods at this hour of night?”
“It isn’t any such great, or late, hour of night,” replied Cora, calmly, “and the woods are not dark. There’s a lovely moon. But I don’t propose to go through the woods. What is the Chelton for if we can’t use her?”
“Cora Kimball, do you mean to say that you’d go out on the bay, and over to Denny’s cabin, after dark, with the prospect that some desperate men are going to attack him?” asked Bess.
“The boys are going to be there,” answered Cora, still refusing to become excited. “Besides, they may need our help. We could take a prisoner or two in our boat.”
There was a chorus of screams.
“Cora Kimball—how dare you?” demanded Belle.
“Oh, I meant if he was tied hand and foot,” went on the leader of the motor girls. “Villains are always tied hand and foot, you know. They can’t move. They’re gagged, too. I think I should insist on having our villain gagged. It might happen to be that young man who raced with us to-day, and he might get sarcastic if he could talk. Yes, I think he must be gagged.”
“Oh, Cora, you’re hopeless,” sighed Lottie. “What would my mother say if she could see me now.”