They hastily retraced their steps toward the cabin; as they neared it, a long, vivid flash of lightning showed them that Dick Sherwood was gone!
Old Tumult fairly roared with rage and anger.
Town. rushed into the hut, excitedly calling on Madge and Clara. But there was no response. He groped about the room and found that it was empty!
Wild with excitement he rushed out into the pelting storm.
“The girls—they, too, are gone, Tumult!” he exclaimed.
“Smoke o’ torture! that essence o’ Satan has outwitted us after all our precaution—Hark!”
They bent their heads and listened, and from far out upon the water came the imploring cry:
“Save me, Town., save me! help! help!”
It was the voice of Madge Taft.