“Yes—trouble, more or less. I can’t see anything else,” was the grumbling response. “Wait a minute.”
Cora looked over the bushes. She could see the men grouped in front of the cabin door. Then she saw it open, and a broad beam of light shoot out.
“Come in,” invited Denny, and the plotters entered.
“Now’s our chance!” exclaimed Cora, her heart beating rapidly. “We must see what those men do. We may have to give evidence.”
“Oh, dear!” sighed Marita. “I never could do it. I’d faint, sure.”
“Do what?” asked Cora.
“Give evidence.”
“Don’t worry. You won’t have to do anything hard, dear,” was the gentle answer, as Cora slipped her arm about the timid girl.
“Oh, I’ll do anything you girls do,” was the quick answer. “I want to help.”
“And we want your help,” whispered Bess. “But, Cora, can’t we go closer? We ought to look in and see what happens.”