“Now,” she sighed when it was over, “we must sleep, for tomorrow will be another day.”
Sleep they did. Rolled up in their dried out garments, crowded close together before the great, glowing bed of coals, they slept the sleep of forgetfulness.
Twice during the night Florence was conscious of Katie’s movements as she replenished the fire, and that was all.
CHAPTER XXI
SECOND WARNING
In the meantime, driven from her sun bath by that same storm, Jeanne had begun worrying about the safety of her friends.
“Must be getting pretty wild out there,” Dave said, as he tried to see through the driving fog.
“Do you think they would go far?” Jeanne asked anxiously.
“You know Florence,” was the reply. “She’d take a chance.”
Turning to a fishing guide on the dock he said, “Where are the best spots?”
“For lake trout fishing? Blake’s Point and Five Foot.”