"Don"t," Lois protested, with a shudder.
They trudged on for a quarter of a mile in silence, then the trail turned suddenly to the right.
"She"s gone toward the apple orchard, thank goodness!" Betty exclaimed.
"Do you suppose she"s gone round by way of the bridge and home?" Lois asked, stopping. "If she has, we"ll have our hunt in vain."
Polly and Betty considered a minute. Then Polly said:
"Of course not; if she had, she"d have been home hours ago."
When they reached the apple orchard they noticed that the print of the snow shoes was less regular.
"She"s stopped to rest here," Betty said, pointing to the ground. "Look how irregular these prints are."
"Come on!" Polly said, quickening her steps, "we may be near her."
"Hold on!" Betty cried, "look, something happened here; it looks as if she"d fallen down!" A big dent in the snow, as if a body had been lying on the ground, showed up in the prints of Maud"s snow shoes.
"Here"s a queer thing," Lois pointed out, "one shoe"s going in one direction and one in another."
Polly walked on a little way, and then called to the others, excitedly:
"Here are the prints and look, side of them there"s a mark as if she were dragging something along with her."
"What"s that black spot farther on?" Lois demanded.
They looked in the direction in which she pointed and saw, a couple of hundred yards farther on, something that showed black against the snow.
"It"s a man"s hat! Oh, Poll, I"m scared to death," Lois said, trembling, when they came up to it. Murder and every possible form of highway robbery pa.s.sed through her mind.
Betty turned white, and Polly bit her lip.
"Come on!" she said, bravely, "we"ve got to find her."
"Jemima!" Betty groaned; "it"s beginning to snow, too." She picked up the hat; it was almost buried by the snow, and looked green with age.
They were tired by this time--walking in snow shoes is very much easier than trudging in rubber boots--and they realized with a shudder that Maud and her unknown companion had a long start of them.
They followed the track as fast as they could. It went on through the orchard and down the hill, and then over the bridge. It stopped there and zigzagged in every direction. The girls looked and exchanged frightened glances. Betty"s heart was beating furiously and Lois" knees trembled. They forged on, the prints were clear again, and went straight up the hill, always accompanied by the queer, uneven path beside them.
"She must be dragging something," Polly said. "That"s all that that track can mean."
"Or some one is dragging her," Lois spoke the thought that was uppermost in Betty"s mind.
"Nonsense!" Polly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "I don"t believe it. I tell you Maud is all right, wherever she is. I know it."
The road they were taking was a short cut to school. There was a steep hill--a level stretch, and then it joined the road from the school farm.
The snow was falling heavily, and it was getting dark when they reached the top of the hill, and the prints were fast disappearing. By the time they got to the road they lost all track.
"Whatever happened, Maud"s home," Betty exclaimed in a relieved voice, and broke into a run. The others followed her.
Mrs. Baird was walking up and down the Senior porch as they came up.
"Oh, girls! I"m so glad you"re back; come in and take off those wet clothes right away; Maud"s here."
"Is she all right?" they asked in chorus.
"Yes," Mrs. Baird a.s.sured them. "She must have been in the building when you started out."
"Where?" Betty demanded.
"In the bath-tub," Mrs. Baird said, hurriedly. "I"ll explain it to you later. Now do go and change; you must be very wet. I"ll have some hot soup for you in my sitting-room. Come as soon as you can. I"ll excuse you from study hour."
The girls hurried upstairs without a word. In Senior Alley they met f.a.n.n.y.
"Do you know where Maud Banks is?" Betty asked her.
"Yes; she"s in her room," f.a.n.n.y said; "where have you all--"
"Go up and tell her to come down here this minute," Betty interrupted her; "please, f.a.n.n.y, like a dear," she added as an afterthought.
f.a.n.n.y went up to the corridor and returned with Maud.
Polly and Lois and Betty were all changing their clothes in their separate rooms. Maud stood in the hall between, with the astonished f.a.n.n.y.
"Did you get lost?" Betty asked the first question.
"No, rather not," Maud answered; "got out as far as an apple orchard, and it was awfully late. I"d no idea where the time went. I knew there must be a short cut, so I--"
"Never mind, we know that," Polly interrupted. "Did you sit down in the orchard?"
"As a matter of fact, I did; my snow shoe was loose. How did you know?"
"Were you dragging anything when you left the orchard?" Lois demanded.
"Yes, a branch of a tree; I say, I"m awfully sorry you had all that trouble of--"
"Did you see a man"s hat by any chance, on your way to the bridge?"
Betty asked.
"Yes." Maud was becoming more and more bewildered.
"What did you do when you got home?"
"Why, I hustled down to Roman Alley and took a tub. You see I was awfully late, and I knew that Miss--what"s her name--Spartan would be no end cross if I didn"t show up for the exam. I didn"t want to miss it either; it was literature, you know."
"Where did you leave your snow shoes?"
"Up against the gym porch; they were awfully wet and I didn"t want to take the time to go to my room. I say it was a bit of a joke; you"re thinking I was lost, wasn"t it?" she asked, calmly.