Disconsolately they watched the slender figure in the canoe push away from shore.
Afterwards they made no pretence of cheerfulness. Tory would not return to her drawing; Dorothy was too depressed even to assist in making tea.
An hour later they were on the way back to their own camp.
CHAPTER XIX
LETTERS
Mr. Jeremy Hammond personally conducted the search.
The evergreen cabin had been erected without foundation save a number of cross beams. There was no cellar except one a few feet square under the small room that served as a kitchen. The logs that upheld the old house were singularly free from decay.
Standing upon one of them, a line of Girl Scouts on either side of him, Mr. Hammond gazed downward with an air of discouragement.