"Then you used to like to read?"
"Oh, yes, I always did. The Sunday School had a sort of library, and I used to be able to get books from there. I love to read, and you would, too, Dolly, if you only knew how much fun you have out of books."
Dolly made a face.
"Not the sort of books my Aunt Mabel wants me to read," she said decidedly. "Stupid old things they are! It"s just like going to school all over again. I get enough studying at school, thanks!"
"But you like to know about people and places you"ve never seen, don"t you!"
"Yes, but all the books I"ve ever seen that tell you about things like that are just like geographies. They give you a lot of things you have to remember, and there"s no fun to that."
"You haven"t read the right sort of books, that"s all that"s the matter with you, Dolly. I tell you what--when we get back to the city, we "11 get hold of some good books, and take turns reading them aloud to one another. I think that would be good fun."
"Well, maybe if they taught me as much as you seem to know about places you"ve never seen I wouldn"t mind reading them. Anyhow, books or no books, you"re going" to love the seash.o.r.e. Oh, it is such a delightful place--Plum Beach."
"Tell me about it, Dolly."
"Well, in the first place, it isn"t a regular seaside place at all. I mean there aren"t any hotels and boardwalks and things like that. It"s about ten miles from Bay City, and there they do have everything like that. But Plum Beach is just wild, the way it always has been. And I don"t see why, because it"s the best beach I ever saw--ever so much finer than at Bay City."
"I"ll like the beach."
"Yes, I know you will. And because it"s sort of wild and desolate, and off by itself that way, you can have the best time there you ever dreamed of. Last year we put on our bathing suits when we got up, and kept them on all day. You go in the water, you see, and then, if you lie down on the beach for half an hour, you"re dry. The sun shines right down on the sand, and it"s as warm as it can be."
"I suppose that"s why you like it so much--because you don"t have the trouble of dressing and undressing."
"It"s one reason," said Dolly, who never pretended about anything, and was perfectly willing to admit that she was lazy. "But it"s nice to have the beach to yourselves, too, the way we do. You see, when we get there we"ll find tents all set up and ready for us."
"Is there any fishing?"
Dolly smacked her lips.
"You bet there is!" she said. "Best sea ba.s.s you ever tasted, and about all you can catch, too! And it tastes delicious, because the fish down there get cooked almost as soon as they"re caught. And there are lobsters and crabs--and it"s good fun to go crabbing. Then at low tide we dig for clams, and they"re good, too--I"ll bet you never dreamed how good a clam could be!"
"How about the other things--milk, and eggs, and all those!"
"Oh, that"s easy! There are a lot of farms a little way inland, and we get all sorts of fine things from them."
"I wonder if Mr. Holmes will try to play any tricks on us down there, Dolly. He has about everywhere we"ve been since Zara and I joined the Camp Fire Girls, you know."
"I"m hoping he won"t find out, Bessie. That would be fine. I certainly would like to know why he is so anxious to get hold of you and Zara. I bet it"s money, and that there"s some secret about you."
"Money? Why, he"s got more than he can spend now! Even if there is a secret, I don"t see how money can have anything to do with it."
"Well, you remember this, Bessie: the more money people have, the more they seem to want. They"re never content. It"s the people who only have a little who seem to be happy, and willing to get along with what they have. How about your old Farmer Weeks?"
"That"s so, Dolly. He certainly was that way. He had more money than anyone in Hedgeville or anywhere near it, and yet he was the stingiest, closest fisted old man in town."
"There you are!"
"Still I think Mr. Holmes must be a whole lot richer than Farmer Weeks, or than all the other people in Hedgeville put together. And it doesn"t seem as if there was any money he could make out of Zara or me that would tempt him to do what he"s done."
"Do you know what I"ve noticed most, Bessie, about the way he"s gone to work?"
"No. What?"
"The way he has spent money. He"s acted as if he didn"t care a bit how much it cost him, if only he got what he wanted. And people in the city never spend money unless they expect to get it back."
"Who"s the detective now! You called me one a little while ago, but it seems to me that you"re doing pretty well in that line yourself."
"Oh, it"s all right to laugh, but, just the same, I"ll bet that when we get at the bottom of all this mystery, we"ll find that the chief reason Mr. Holmes was in it was that he wanted to get hold of some information that would make it easy for him to get a whole lot more than it cost him."
"Well, maybe you"re right, Dolly. But I"d certainly like to know just what he has got up his sleeve."
"I think he"ll be careful for a little while now, Bessie. He never knew that Miss Eleanor had that letter he"d written to the gypsy. And it must have damaged him a lot to have as much come out about that as did."
"I expect a lot of people who heard it didn"t believe it."
"Even if that"s so, I guess there were plenty who did believe it, and who think now that Mr. Holmes is a pretty good man to leave alone. You see, that proved absolutely that he had really hired that gypsy to carry you off, and that is a pretty mean thing to do. And people must know by this time that if there was any legal way of getting you and Zara away from the Camp Fire and Miss Mercer, he would do it."
"But he didn"t get into any trouble for doing it, Dolly."
"He"s got so much money that he could hire lawyers to get him out of almost any sc.r.a.pe he got in, Bessie. That"s the trouble. Those people at Hamilton were afraid of him. They know how rich he is, and they didn"t want to take any chance of making him angry at them."
"Yes, that"s just it. And I"m afraid he"s got so much money that a whole lot of people who would say what they really thought if they weren"t afraid of him, are on his side. You see, he says that I"m a runaway, just because I didn"t stay any longer with the Hoovers. And probably he can make a whole lot of people think that I was very ungrateful, and that he is quite right in trying to get me back into the same state as Hedgeville."
"They"d better talk to Miss Eleanor, if he makes them think that. They"ll soon find out which is right and which is wrong in that business. And if she doesn"t tell them, I guess Mr. Jamieson will--and he"d be glad of the chance, too!"
"Let"s not worry about him, anyhow. I hope he won"t find out where we are, too. We haven"t seen or heard anything of him since we went back to Long Lake from Hamilton, so I don"t see why there isn"t a good chance of his letting us alone for a while now."
They reached Windsor, the little town at the other end of Indian Gap, late in the afternoon, having cooked their midday meal in the gap.
"I know the people in a big boarding-house here," said Eleanor, "and we"ll be very comfortable. In the morning we"ll take an early train, so that we can get to Plum Beach before it"s too late to get comfortably settled. I"ve sent word on ahead to have the tents ready for us, but, even so, there will be a good many things to do."
"There always are," sighed Dolly. "That"s the one thing I don"t like about camping out."
"I expect really, if you only knew the truth, Dolly, it"s the one thing you like best of all," smiled Eleanor. "That"s one of the great differences between being at home, where everything is done for you, and camping out, where you have to look after yourself."
"Well, I don"t like work, anyhow, and I don"t believe I ever shall, Miss Eleanor, no matter what it"s called. Some of it isn"t as bad as some other kinds, that"s all."
Eleanor laughed to herself, because she knew Dolly well enough not to take such declarations too seriously.
"I"ve got some work for you to-night," she said. "I want you and Bessie to go to a meeting of the girls that belong to one of the churches here, and tell them about the Camp Fire. They found out we were coming, and they would like to know if they can"t start a Camp Fire of their own.
"And I think they"ll get a better idea of things, and be less timid and shy about asking questions if two of you girls go than if I try to explain. I will come in later, after they"ve had a chance to talk to you two, but by that time they ought to have a pretty clear idea."
"That"s not work, that"s fun," declared Dolly.
"I"m glad you think so, because you will be more likely to be successful."
And so after supper Bessie and Dolly went, with two girls who called for them, to the Sunday School room of one of the Windsor churches, ready to do all they could to induce the local girls to form a Camp Fire of their own. And, being thoroughly enthusiastic, they soon fired the desire of the Windsor girls.
"They won"t have just one Camp Fire; they"ll have two or three," predicted Dolly, when she and Bessie were walking back to the boarding-house later with Eleanor Mercer. "They asked plenty of questions, all right. Nothing shy about them, was there, Bessie?"
Bessie laughed.
"Not if asking questions proves people aren"t shy," she admitted. "I thought they"d never stop thinking of things to ask."
"That"s splendid," said Eleanor. "The Camp Fire is the best thing these girls could have. It will do them a great deal of good, and I was sure that the way to make them see how much they would enjoy it was to let them understand how enthusiastic you two were. That meant more to them than anything I could have said, I"m sure."
"I don"t see why," said Dolly.
"Because they"re girls like you, Dolly, and it"s what you like, and show you like, that would appeal to them. I"m older, you see, and they might think that things that I would expect them to like wouldn"t really please them at all."
"What"s the matter with you, Bessie?" asked Dolly suddenly, as they reached the house. She was plainly concerned and surprised, and Eleanor, rather startled, since she had seen nothing in Bessie to provoke such a question, looked at her keenly.
"Nothing, except that I"m a little tired, I think."
But Dolly wasn"t satisfied. She knew her chum too well.
"You"ve got something on your mind, but you don"t want to worry us," she said. "Better own up, Bessie!"
Bessie, however, would not answer. And in the morning she seemed to be her old self. Just as they were starting for the train, though, Bessie suddenly hung back at the door of the boarding-house.
"Wait for me a minute, Dolly," she said. "I left a handkerchief in our room. I"ll be right down. Go on, the rest of you; we"ll soon catch up."
She ran upstairs for the handkerchief.
"I left it behind on purpose, Dolly," she explained, when she came down. "I wanted them to go ahead. Ah, look!"
As they went along, with most of the girls fully a hundred yards ahead of them, a lurking figure was plainly to be seen following the girls.
"It"s Jake Hoover!" said Dolly excitedly.
"I thought I saw him last night. That was why you thought something was wrong, Dolly," said Bessie. "But I wanted to make sure before I said anything."
"That means trouble," said Dolly.
CHAPTER X.
A MEETING--AND A CONVERSION.
"Trouble--he"s always meant that every time we"ve seen him!" said Bessie bitterly.
"How do you suppose he has managed to be away from home so much, Bessie?"
"I don"t know, Dolly, but I"m afraid he"s got into some sort of trouble. I"m quite sure that Mr. Holmes and that lawyer, Mr. Brack, have got something against him--that they know something he"s afraid they will tell."
"Say, I"ll bet you "re right! You know, he must be an awful coward--and yet, the way he goes after you, he takes a lot of chances, doesn"t he? It does look as if, no matter how much it may frighten him to do what he does, he"s still more afraid not to do it."
"Look out--get behind this tree! I don"t want him to see us here if we can help it. It would be better if he thought he hadn"t been noticed at all, don"t you think?"
"Yes. And it"s a very good thing we saw him, Bessie. Now we know that we must look out for squalls at Plum Beach, and they don"t know we"re warned at all. So maybe it will be easier to beat them."
"Look here, Dolly, isn"t there another train to Plum Beach? A later one, that would get us there an hour or so after the other girls, if they go on this one?"
"There certainly is, Bessie; but how can we wait for it? Miss Eleanor would be worried."
"Oh, we"ll have to let her know what we"re going to do, of course. How soon does that train go?"
"Not for half an hour yet. Miss Mercer wanted to be at the station very early so that all the baggage would surely be checked in time to go on the same train with us."
"Well, that makes it easy, Dolly. I tell you what. I"ll stay here, and follow very slowly, when Jake gets out of sight, so that he won"t see me. And if you go right across the street, and cut across the lots there, you can get to the railroad station from the other side."
"I know the way--I saw that last night, though not because I expected to do it."
"All right, then. You take that way, and get hold of Miss Eleanor quietly. Better not let the others hear what you"re saying, and keep your eyes open for Jake, too. But I don"t believe he"ll show himself in the station."
"Do you think she"ll let us do it!"
"I don"t see why not. We"ll be perfectly safe. I"m sure Jake is here alone, and he wouldn"t dare try to do anything to stop us here. He knows that he"d get into trouble if he did, and I don"t think he"s very brave, even in this new fashion of his unless some of the people he"s afraid of are right around to spur him on. You remember how Will Burns thrashed him? He didn"t look very brave then, did he?"
"I should say not! All right, I"ll tell her and see what she says. Then I"ll get back to the boarding-house. You"ll go there, won"t you?"
"No, I don"t think that would be a good idea at all. The best thing for you to do is to wait for me right there in the station. The ticket agent is a woman, and I"m sure she"ll let you stay with her until I come, if you get Miss Eleanor to speak to her. Miss Eleanor knows all the people here, and they all like her, and would do anything she asked them to do, if they could.
"And it"s easier for me to get to the station without being seen than to the boarding-house. Besides, I think it"s right around the station that we"ll have the best chance of finding out what they mean to do."
"All right! I"ll obey orders," said Dolly. "You"re right, too, I think, Bessie."
Jake Hoover, creeping along, was out of sight when Dolly made a swift dash across the street, and in a minute she had disappeared. Bessie knew that Dolly"s movements, always rapid, were likely to prove altogether too elusive for Jake"s rather slow mind to follow, and, moreover, she was not much afraid of detection, even should Jake catch a glimpse of her chum. Jake was sure that all the Camp Fire Girls were in front of him; he would not, therefore, be looking in the rear for any of them, especially for those he wanted to track down.
Bessie had the harder task. She had to keep herself from Jake"s observation until after the train had gone, in any case, and as much longer as possible. As she had told Dolly, she was not very much afraid of anything he might attempt against them, but she saw no use in running any avoidable risks.
Once Jake was out of sight, she made her way slowly toward the station, prepared to make an instant dash for cover should she see Jake returning.
The one thing that was likely to cause him to come back toward her, she figured, was the presence of Holmes or one of the other men who were behind him in the conspiracy, and she was taking the chance, of course, that one of these men was behind her, and a spectator of her movements.
But she could not avoid that. If one of them was there he was, that was all, and she felt that by acting as she had decided to do, she had, at all events, everything to gain and nothing to lose.
The road from the boarding-house to the station was perfectly straight for about three-quarters of a mile, and parallel with the railroad tracks. Then, when the road came to a point opposite the station, it came also to a crossroad, and, about a hundred yards down this crossroad was the station itself.
Bessie reached that point without anything to alarm her or upset her plans, and there she was lucky enough to find a big billboard at the corner, which happened to be a vacant lot. Behind this billboard she took shelter thankfully, feeling sure that it would enable her to see what Jake was doing without any danger of being discovered by him.