Moya found herself trembling. She did not know why. It was not doubt of her reckless friend, but none the less she was in a panic.
"Do you think we'd better?"
Miss Kilmeny looked at her in surprise. In general nobody came to decision more quickly than Moya.
"Of course. How else can we tell whether it is something he wants us to do for him?"
"When shall we look?"
"The sooner the better—to-night," answered the other girl immediately. "The wharf above the camp. It's not a quarter of an hour from here. I'll not sleep till I know what he means."
"Lady Jim," Moya reminded her.
"She needn't know. She can't object if we take Ned and go fishing for an hour."
Moya consulted her watch. "They'll be gathering for bridge pretty soon. Let's go now. We can be back in time for supper."
"Get into your fishing togs. I'll get Ned and we'll meet you on the west porch in a quarter of an hour."