Again came her long-drawn signal, demanding attention. And after that:
“Don’t you want to escape?”
“Never wanted anything half so much in my life!” Then in a sudden burst of confidence he told her of the game that was to be on Saturday, of the veteran coach’s fatherly interest in his career, of his hopes, his fears, his secret ambitions. All this he poured into a not unwilling ear. Only he did not tell her he was the far-famed “Red Rover.” This he reserved for the future.
“Good!” the girl exclaimed, still in a whisper. “Then our purposes are one. We must join hands. Put her there! Shake on it!”
This, considering that a log wall eight inches thick lay between them, was of course impossible. But they pledged themselves in pantomime.
CHAPTER III
“WE MUST ESCAPE”
“We must find some way of escape.”
The girl’s tone, low, mellow, earnest, was scarcely more than a whisper.
“But we are upon an island within an island. Or did that man lie to you?”
“He did not lie.”