“To track us. No wonder they were so sure we wouldn’t get away!”
“But listen! That dog’s inside. Let’s go back while there’s a chance.”
“It can’t be ten steps farther. I’m for a look. You—you stay here.”
“Not alone.” She gripped his arm hard. “I—I’ll go.” It was she who led now.
A dozen paces more and they stood within sight of the window through which the light shone. And then a tall man, who was just in the act of removing a ten gallon hat, moved in front of the light.
“Oh! It’s Ed!”
There was a melodious ring in the girl’s voice that told plainer than words that they had found a friend.
“Ed who? Who’s Ed?” Red was puzzled by this fresh turn of affairs.
“Just Ed. A scout. He has a camp on the island in summer. Always before he left with the rest. But now he’s here, and I’m glad!” There was a ring of pure joy in her voice. “Now—now we are three, three of us and a dog. Come on!” She dragged him forward. “Come on before he turns that dog loose!”
As Berley flashed the light for an instant the boy read, above the door: