As she had said, it led into the woods and was
there lost. Harriet showed them as nearly as possible where she had
lain when the man stumbled over her, but search as they might they
were unable to find a single trace of the box that had so mysteriously
disappeared.
At supper that evening Mrs. Livingston advised the girls to say
nothing to any one outside of their own companions regarding the
strange proceeding. She explained that, by remaining silent on the
subject, they might be able to learn more about it, and that perhaps
some violation of the law might be at the bottom of it.
Early on the following morning all the girls were up scanning the sea
for a sail. A coasting schooner in the far distance, making up the
coast, was the only boat in sight. The day was brilliant with
sunshine, the sea blue and sparkling. The lookouts could see a long
distance. The day passed and the night passed, but still no trace of
their boat. Nor had the other mysterious craft paid another visit to
the bay. At least, if it had, none of the campers had been awake at
the time.
It was late that afternoon when some one raised a shout and pointed up
the coast. There, about five miles away, was a tiny speck of white
that they knew to be a sail.
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