As yet, not a single trace had been found by
the searchers. They continued with their work until they finally
brought up facing each other in front of the trees to which the broken
ends of the halters were still tied.
Harriet glanced up into the perplexed face of the guide and laughed.
Janus gave back a glum look and muttered, "I swum!"
"Have you two sleuths finished your work?" called Crazy Jane.
"It certainly looks as though we had," replied Harriet. "What do you
think, Mr. Grubb?"
"I reckon we're beaten."
"Yes. We haven't found a clue of any consequence. Perhaps we have
imagined too much, but I do not think so."
"Give me a torch; it's my turn now. Let's see what Crazy Jane can
find," said Jane McCarthy. "My grandfather was the champion shamrock
hunter of the Emerald Isle, and my Dad says I'm a pocket edition of my
grandfather. Just watch me while I show you a few things."
Harriet handed her torch to Jane, and, walking over, sat down by Miss
Elting.
"Did you really fail for once, Harriet?" questioned the guardian in a
teasing voice. She understood Harriet's peculiarities, knowing that
the girl was not given to talking when there was real or fancied reason
why she should not.
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