"That's so. I didn't think of that. We'll do it."
"And leave him some lunch, too," voiced Amy.
"Good!" cried Betty. "Tom has one friend, at least."
A goodly packet of lunch was done up, and placed in a tree, well
wrapped, where it would be sure to be seen. Then a note was left, with a
brief account of what had happened, and the information that the girls
had gone back to Orangeade.
"He ought to see that!" remarked Betty, stepping back to inspect her
handiwork. She had pinned a small square of white paper, containing the
writing, to a sheet of light brown manila, so that it was visible for
some distance.
"It looks like a whole book--instead of a note," laughed Mollie.
The _Gem_ was started and began dropping down the branch stream toward
the main river. At least the girls hoped it was the main river when they
turned into a larger body of water. But as they puffed on, amid the
lengthening shadows, an annoying doubt began to manifest itself in
Betty's mind. She glanced at the shores from time to time.
"Girls," she said finally, "does everything look right?"
"Do you mean--your hair?" asked Amy.
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