“Of course you know I meant them,” Cora retorted. “I can’t understand it—really I can’t.”
“Perhaps they are in hiding,” ventured Lottie.
“They’d have been out before this, if they were,” declared Cora.
There came a sudden knock. It was one of the men striking on the door of Denny’s cabin. From their hiding place in the bushes the girls heard it plainly.
“Listen!” whispered Cora.
They heard the voice of the old fisherman call:
“Who’s there? What do you want at this time of night?”
“We’ve come to see you,” was answered in tones Cora recognized as those of the young man who had raced with her.
“What about?” inquired Denny. “I have no fish to sell.”
“And we don’t want fish,” was the retort. “Come, Shane, open your door. We want to talk to you. It’s important, and there may be something in it for you.”