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"You mean about the fellow who tried to make you believe he was I?" "Yes. But perhaps you have forgotten our telling you that the man wore goggles?" "Well, I swum!" Janus stroked his whiskers nervously. "Yeth. Tho did Harriet. And thhe got wet," observed Tommy flippantly. "Later on that same evening," continued Miss Elting, "we saw the man again on the porch at the post-office.
I tell you I thaw a fathe." "How ridiculous," sniffed Buster. "How could she see a face when we are away out here on the lake. Why look!" she continued, stepping to the window. "It's bright moonlight, and there isn't a boat to be seen on the water." "Buthter doethn't know what I thaw," retorted Tommy angrily. "Thhe hathn't my eyeth hath thhe? Buthter maketh me tired."
We Were looking for Lonesome Cove." "Which we found," chuckled Harriet. "We've had the most awful time, and Harriet got drowned," put in Margery Brown. "Drowned?" "Yeth, thhe did," nodded Tommy eagerly. "And we had thuch a time undrowning her! Thhe thwallowed a whole ithe pond of water." Miss Elting here explained to the Chief Guardian what had happened. Mrs. Livingston was amazed.
"Tell it your own way, then. We are simply wasting time in trying to hurry you," she said. "Yeth. Well, it wath thith way. I wath looking for the treathure trail that Harriet told uth about at breakfatht thith morning, though I don't thee how thhe thhould know anything about it. My footthepth led me led me, you understand?
"I don't think thhe will ever reach the top of the mountain." "Take her away! Take her away!" screamed Margery. "Yes. Be off with you," ordered Jane. "You have about as much sympathy as these rocks." "Is Margery seriously hurt?" called the guardian. "Yeth. Thhe thkinned her nothe," Tommy informed her. "I gueth thhe will be all right, after thhe hath grown thome new thkin."
Unslinging her heavy pack, she let it fall to the floor. "What about supper?" was Janus's first question. "Yeth, that ith what I thay," approved Tommy. "Buthter would thay tho, too, only thhe is afraid I'll teathe her about eating." "Afraid of you!" exclaimed Margery disgustedly. "Well, I guess not." During this passage at arms Janus was making an industrious hunt for a frying-pan.
"Then thhe denieth it. I'm glad I don't thnore. Ithn't it awful to thnore, Mith Elting?" "Having too much to say is worse," answered Jane pointedly. "The storm has passed. Let's get out and fix things up. Harriet, will you help me? Miss Elting, if you will be good enough to engineer the taking-down of the side curtains and the lowering of the top I shall be obliged. We shan't need the top.
It was dry and cosy in the car and the travellers felt drowsy. Jane was the only really wide-awake one. Margery finally uttered a single, loud snore that awakened the others. The girls uttered a shout and began shaking Margery, who pulled herself sharply together, protesting that she hadn't been asleep for even one little minute. "That ith the way thhe alwayth doeth," observed Tommy.
"Haven't we had trouble enough for one night without your suggesting anything else?" "You started the subject yourself," reminded Harriet. "Who would like a bite to eat with her coffee?" interrupted the guardian. "Tommy, would you like to have a biscuit?" "Oh, no, thank you." "I would," declared Margery. "Yeth. Buthter ith never thatithfied. Thhe is always hungry," taunted Tommy.
"Did didn't you find her?" gasped Miss Elting. "No." Jane was gone again, leaving a wake that reached all the way to the beach, so violent had been her floundering dive. Tommy, who had raised her head from the water a short distance from where the guardian was paddling, uttered a scream. "There thhe ith!" she cried; "there she ith! Right down there. Come in a hurry. She ith under the car.
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