"Who knows what we might find!" exclaimed Russ.
"Wait until later, then," suggested Ruth. "Please take us home now."
Russ and Paul had no choice, after that, but to take the girls back
to Oak Farm.
The rain was over, but the trees still dripped with moisture and the
raincoats and umbrellas were very useful. Paul walked with Alice,
while Russ kept pace at the side of Ruth. And as the four walked
together they talked of the recent happenings, speculating as to the
meaning of them all.
Back in the comfortable farmhouse, clothed in dry garments, Ruth and
Alice were inclined to laugh at their scare, which, at the time, had
seemed very real.
"I think that man was real kind," said Mrs. Apgar, as she heard the
story. "To leave his cabin that way."
"He was, unless he had some object in view," said Sandy. "I'd like to
know what his game is. He's got some object hangin' around here, and
I'm goin' to find out what it is."
"Was that his cabin?" asked Ruth.
"No, that's an old shack that really belongs on this place,"
explained Mr. Apgar, "but there's a dispute as to the title, so no
one really knows who owns it. 'Tain't much 'count, anyhow. But you
say he was livin' in it?"
"He had it partly furnished, at any rate," said Alice. "It could be
fixed up and made into a lovely little bungalow.
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