“Have you home for breakfast,” he predicted.
He made good his word. Just as Jeanne and Turkey Trot, after one more night of fruitless search, sat down to their oatmeal, bacon, and coffee, two well soaked girls broke in upon them. By dint of diligent bailing they had forced their crazy dory, towed by the equally crazy “Spank Me Again,” to carry them home.
CHAPTER XXVIII
GLOWING WATERS
There were dark looks on many faces as the story of the kidnapping of the two girls and the atrocious attempt at their lives spread about the village. The native population of this Northland is intensely loyal to its own people. The summer sojourners, too, had come to have a great love for the happy, carefree Tillie, who caught their minnows and helped to launch their boats.
“Something will come of this,” was the word on many a tongue.
As for Florence, after receiving Jeanne’s open-hearted and joyous welcome home, her first thought was of the lady cop.
“We must tell her at once,” she said to Tillie. “Our experience may fit into the task she has before her.”
“Yes,” replied Tillie, “we must.”
They rowed at once to the lonely cabin among the cedars.
But what was this? As they made their way up from the dock, they spied a white paper fluttering at the door.