“An’ stuck there fer a minute.” Tony agreed. “I swing off on a low limb of a tree. Then I scram. Of course, I don’t know but I kin guess what come of Mr. Moose.” He heaved a heavy sigh.
“But, Tony,” Florence said after a moment, “how did you know which way the gap in the fire wall was?”
“Found yer tracks crossin’ t’ dry swamp,” said Tony with a grin. “‘They’re goin’ straight,’ I says to meself. ‘That means they know which way t’ go.’ And you did.”
“And I’m glad,” Florence put in warmly.
“That was great!” Captain Frey exclaimed.
“Wind has changed,” the captain announced a short time later. “That means Rock Harbor shores don’t burn, not just yet. We may get a little rain tonight.
“You better stay with us,” he added, turning to the girls. “We’ll run you down to the lodge first thing in the morning. There’s a snug cabin which Mrs. Frey occupies when she is here. You will have it all to yourselves.”
So it was agreed. And Florence was not sorry. Surely she had seen quite enough of life for one day. Sleep would be sweet after such wild adventure.
“What of the boy in the crimson sweater?” she asked herself dreamily as she drifted off to sleep. Then, “I’ll get him yet.”