“The wreck!” His eyes shone. “How wonderful! Better than Greenstone Ridge. Only,” he added, “people would come to see you there.”
“Yes. And you will come?” Greta’s tone was eager.
Once again his eyes shone upon her. “Yes,” he said quietly, “I fancy I shall be doing just that sometime.”
It was a promise in answer to a prayer. The girl could ask no more.
Ten minutes later there came the sound of movement in the bushes some distance down the ridge. This was followed by a loud, “Yoo Hoo!”
CHAPTER XXIII
MUSICAL ENCHANTMENT
“Yoo Hoo! What’s up?” came from below.
“It’s Vincent Stearns!” Greta sprang to her feet.
She cast one wistful glance toward Percy O’Hara. He, too, was on the move.
“The spell is broken,” she told herself with a sigh. “His story will not be told, at least, not now. Perhaps never.”