gen'men if yo'all would laik t' take 'em along. Don't yo'all worry!"
"No, I think one young man will be sufficient," laughed Betty. "Only I didn't want him to go hungry, and I know the appetites of my friends."
"Speak for yourself, if you please!" chided Mollie. "You eat as much as any of us."
"I wonder if those two suspicious characters Mr. Hammond spoke of could be the ones who followed us in the boat?" asked Amy, to change the subject.
"They could have been," remarked Grace, "but I wouldn't want to think so."
"Why not?" asked Mollie.
"Because it would show that they were still following us."
"Perhaps it was unwise that I told them where we were from," said Betty, "but I did it for the best. I didn't want them to think that we had no friends near at hand."
"Of course," rejoined Amy. "You meant it all right. And they may not have been the same ones at all. Mr. Hammond did not say they made inquiries for us, or for that poor young fellow. What was it they called him—'The Duck?'"
"'Loon—loon!'" corrected Betty, with a laugh.
