“Can you see very far?” she asked, when Brad reached the top.
“Plenty. The highest lookout that could be found in the entire marshes.”
Kitty felt sure he must be right, for the ancient pine looked to be the father of all the pines in the entire thicket.
When Brad again stood beside her on the cushiony brown carpet of needles he said, “Kitty, that wire has been strung up there recently.”
“How do you know?”
“It’s still loose, and not embedded in the trunk anywhere.”
“You must be right. Even wisteria vines growing around pine trunks soon press tightly into them.”
“Kitty, I’m sure glad we headed for this spot.”
“You’re telling me! The minute Dad told me Beeson came over to the hospital to haul stuff off for his swine I thought he might be mixed up in the dirty business.”
“Evidence is piling up bit by bit.”