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So, with pleasant expectations, the party started off, Bert and Hal acting as guides, and leading the way. "If you feel like climbing down the rocks here we can walk all along the edge," said Hal. "But be careful!" he cautioned, "the rocks are awfully slippery. Dorothy will have to go on ahead down the road with the donkeys, and we can meet her at the Point."
I'm generally know here as G. The letter isn't stamped on my face, but it's on the door of my flat, and that's much the same." She stood aside for Hal to pass down the passage, adding grimly as Hal loitered, with rather an amused, engaging expression: "I don't stand for much more than a door, with a G on it, as I often tell Mr. Hayward, but I suppose it's all right."
"I'll get you yet," declared Hal to himself between tightly shut lips. "I'll get you if it takes a year." He pressed on, with Chester close at his heels. Turning and squirming and twisting their way, the lads managed to plod on through the dense crowd at a snail's pace. Ahead of them, however, Hal could see that the fugitive was making about the same progress.
In some unaccountable way she had heard of father, and she now wrote telling us that she proposed to come to see us the very next day, only two days before Hal was to leave us.
"Quick now!" he cried. "If you make a dash you can get back over the border before these fellows can stop you." The Bulgarian wasted no time in talk. He took to his heels and made record time for his own country, which he reached in safety, in spite of a volley fired by the Greek troops. A Greek officer now came hurriedly up to Hal. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded harshly.
Chester rose and started to walk around the tent. In the darkness he stumbled over something and fell to the ground. Arising he reached in his pocket and produced a match. A tiny flame lighted up the dark interior of the tent, and the lad stepped back with an ejaculation. "Bicycles," he muttered. "What?" demanded Hal. "Bicycles. I wonder why they are here?"
"Complete our exploration of the islands," said Cub. "There's no telling what we may find." "Now, you're beginning to look at things the way your father does," put in Hal shrewdly. "How's that?" Cub inquired. "Why you're willing to look for a trail. I'm not saying you were any worse than Bud and I were before we got started on this hunt.
That the girl had killed herself was generally understood: that there had been a shooting, previous to her death, was also current. Eager report recalled and exaggerated the fact that she had been seen with Hal Surtaine at a dubious road-house some months previous.
"Yes; Hal knew," she told him. "I think she has known some time." Then she seemed to sway a little. "You are tired out," he exclaimed in quick commiseration. "What a brute I am, letting you stand all this time, after your long journey too! I have told myself over and over how I would take care of you if I might, and this is how I begin! Forgive me ."
"Where does that lead to?" inquired Hal, as they approached a side passage sloping slightly down, and barred by a steel door. "The old building. The manufacturing department is over there." "Compounding the medicine, you mean?" "Yes. Bottling and shipping, too." "Aren't we going through?" "Why, yes: if you like. You won't find much to interest you, though." Nor, to Hal's surprise, did Dr.
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