At the next turn she paused again. This time she did not go on, but, pointing up a grass grown trail to the left, said.
“They’re gone up to yonder clearin’. Camp there, I reckon. Wish we had that coon.”
“Why? What would we—”
But Patience was already too far up the new trail to catch Marion’s whispered question.
As they rounded a clump of pawpaws Patience whispered: “They’re camped up yonder. I saw the light of their fire.”
“Good!” whispered Marion. “Perhaps we can turn the tables and steal her back.”
“But the hounds!” said Patience.
“Oh yes, the hounds,” Marion repeated wearily.
“That coon, now,” said Patience thoughtfully, “he might be a heap of help to us.”
“How?” said Marion.