“There should be a trail,” she called back.
“Moose trail?”
“Moose and men. Here! Here it is! We go this way.”
She led on over a trail so carpeted with moss that their footsteps made no sound.
“This girl knows a lot about this island,” Red said to himself. “How come?”
Once again he was tempted to believe that she was in league with the kidnapers. “That doesn’t make sense either. Mixed up mess. Just have to tramp on and see how it all comes out.”
He tramped on.
CHAPTER VIII
“THE RAT”
The path followed by Red Rodgers and the girl was little more than a wild animal trail along the edge of a wilderness.
Evening dew had placed its cold wet hand over all. Here they passed through clumps of alder that showered icy drops upon them, here waded waist deep in ferns that were like a tossing sea, and here again they crowded their way through clusters of young spruce huddled close together like children afraid of the night.