"So do I," he admitted, still consulting his abundant whiskers. "What
do you think?"
"I think some one set it on fire," declared Jane explosively. "I'd
like to meet the villain on the broad highway, some time when I have my
car!"
"Yes, it was set on fire," agreed Hazel, nodding reflectively. "I
thought so at the time. Since thinking over the matter further I am
more positive of it than ever. It was an awful thing to do."
"The person must have known that we could get away," suggested Harriet.
"I believe it was done to spite Mr. Grubb."
"To spite me!" shouted Janus. "What do you mean?"
"I believe the planks were taken up so that you couldn't get across the
bridge with your horses and wagon. I think whoever did it wished to
make you lose your horses and carry-all as well as our stuff. If it
was our mysterious enemy, then he knew that we could escape. But how
can you get back with your horses?"
"There's another bridge five miles above here. I'll go that way in the
morning. I'll ride one of the horses and lead the other one."
Harriet rose and piled more wood on the campfire.
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