just the course taken, and so could not know where it was they had made other mistakes. But the darkness did not seem to bother The Loon, Like the bird whose name he bore he seemed able to see in the gloom as well as in the light.
"Are we coming back with the men when they make the rescue?" asked Grace.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Amy. "I'd be afraid."
"I wouldn't!" declared Mollie. "I think we ought to come along."
"So do I!" added Grace. "That other one, of whom Harry spoke, may be my brother after all; even if it isn't a turpentine camp we are going to."
"It hardly seems possible," objected Betty. "The description is so different. And Will isn't lame."
"No," responded Grace, in a low voice. "But, oh, how I wish we could rescue him!"
"Did this other young man—the one who gave you money—tell you his name?" asked Betty, determined to try again to bring some glimmer of memory to The Loon.
"Yes," answered the simple-minded lad, "but I can't think of it. My mind isn't all there," he added cheerfully, as though it was something to be proud of.
"It wasn't Will, was it?" asked Grace.
