“Enid never goes near her father’s cabin if she can avoid it,” she told herself. “I’ll take it there.”
Making certain that the coast was clear, she ducked into Mr. Burnett’s room and hid the drum under his bed.
“Now if only Enid doesn’t detect the substitution!” she thought.
She rejoined Rex, informing him by a significant glance that she had accomplished her purpose. Soon after her return, he made an excuse for departing.
“I’d feel a lot better if you girls would let me go along tonight,” he said to Enid. “Or at least follow in my motor boat——”
“Oh, no! The kidnappers would be suspicious right away. Promise you won’t do it.”
“I’ll promise not to follow in my boat,” Rex returned reluctantly.
Enid failed to notice the particular stress he had placed upon the word boat.
After Rex had gone, she wandered aimlessly about the decks, watching the clock. Several times she suggested that they start for Cedar Point, but Madge convinced her that it was still too early.
“We might have engine trouble or something,” Enid argued. “I’d rather get there ahead of time.”