failed, and a little later Amy, turning around, saw them circling back up stream.
One man stood up and shook his fist vindictively at the girls. Grace gasped as she saw this.
"Oh, I am sure they mean us some harm!" she cried.
"Nonsense!" asserted Betty. "We're far enough off now."
"But if we come out again?" Amy suggested.
"I think we will take one of the young men from the orange crate factory," suggested Mollie. "Mr. Hammond will spare us one, I'm sure, and it would be too bad if we had to give up our trips on the river just because some men are hunting a fugitive."
"And I wonder what they want of him?" asked Grace. "He seemed harmless enough."
"They said he had their boat," supplied Amy.
"Yes, that was probably to escape in," suggested Grace. "He was going for help for some one. Maybe a friend of his was hurt. I wish someone could take help to my brother. Oh, it's dreadful to think he may be in need of it, and that we are unable to get to him."
"It certainly is," agreed Betty. "But fretting will do no good. We may have news of him any time now."
