"It can," Betty admitted, while Grace was intently studying the faces of the two young men. The more she looked at them, the more convinced she was that they were the ones who had been in the auto.
"We saw you arrive," said Mr. Kennedy, who, Mollie said afterward, had a pleasant voice, "and we hurried over to get you down on the list the first thing."
"Don't disappoint us—say you'll enter!" urged Mr. Stone. "You don't know us, of course, but I have taken the liberty of introducing myself. If you are acquainted with any of the cottagers on the lake shore, or on Triangle Island, you can ask them about us."
"Oh, we are very glad you invited us," replied Betty, quickly. She did not want the young men to think that she resented anything. Besides, if what Grace thought about them was so, they would want a chance to inquire about the young men more closely, perhaps, than the young men themselves would care to be looked after. For Betty recalled what Grace had said—that her father had a faint idea that perhaps the motorists might have acted as they did purposely, to get possession of the papers.
"Then you'll enter?" asked Mr. Kennedy.
"We can't be sure," spoke Betty, who seemed
