"No," he replied, "not yet. Where did you walk—or did you walk?"
"Oh, I took a little stroll through the woods."
"Did you chance to go by the old cabin?" This was very dreadful.
"Oh, one hardly remembers if one passes places seen every day. Why do you ask, John?"—and then knew she was fatally blundering.
"Why? Oh, I fell asleep, and when I woke up my game-bag had mysteriously hung itself on the wall."
"You might have put it there and forgotten it."
"No, some one must have been in the cabin."
"Oh, John, how stupid of us! Why, of course, it was Josiah."
John was in a state of mind to enjoy the game, and shaking his head in negation said, "No, Josiah passed me long before. He had a lot of frogs he caught in Lonesome Man's Swamp."
Miss Leila having exhausted all the possible explanations, said with sweet simplicity, "Did you ever find out the origin of that name? Who was the lonesome man? You see, John, lonesome seems to stand for lonely and sad, as Mr. Rivers said." This was rather too clever, but the young woman was so near detection as not to think wisely.