“I’ll stay here with you until nearly time to meet the kidnappers,” she chattered.
“Are you sure you know where to meet them?”
“Yes, the note said on the point by the large white birch. I know the spot well. There’s no other tree like it in this locality.”
Madge’s nerves were calm but she too felt strangely uneasy. The night was dark with only a sprinkling of stars showing between the threatening clouds which banked the sky. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees along shore. Now and then the mournful cry of a bird broke the stillness.
“I feel exactly as if we’re being watched,” Enid whispered nervously.
“So do I,” Madge acknowledged. “It’s probably just a feeling. Still, I don’t like this layout a little bit. It’s the most desolate place I ever saw. Are there any houses around?”
“Not to my knowledge. There may be a few cabins.”
The minutes dragged like an eternity. Several times Enid looked at her wrist watch.
“It’s—almost—time,” she murmured at last. “I’m afraid to go.”
“Then let me.”