"If the boys did tow us over here, of course they'll
wonder what became of us."
"Do you think our enemy will try to find us?" asked Jane.
"Yes."
"I don't. We'll be wasting our time. The boys won't look for us, here,
either."
"Well, here is the creek, at any rate," exclaimed Harriet, swinging the
bow of the boat in as she spoke. "And oh, Jane! Look!"
A smooth sheet of dark water was revealed to the eyes of the girls. It
was shimmering in the deep shadow of the foliage under which it flowed
until it became lost in the shadows of foliage and rocks. Harriet drove
her boat in without the least hesitancy. She saw by glancing above her
head that there were no heavy limbs of trees hanging over the little
waterway. A sounding with the oar developed the fact that there was only
about three feet of water in the stream.
"Do you know where you are going, Harriet?" questioned Jane anxiously.
"No. But I don't care. Do you?"
"Not I. I can go where you go. Oh, look at that hole. It's a cave,
Harriet, and the stream goes right into it.
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