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By Ceorge Munson
4 (Copyright by W. G. Chapman)
Jimmy Lane got tmtjof the train at
the little station and shouldered his
suitcase. Declining the approaches
of the solitary porter, he stepped out
briskly along the five-mile trail that
led to the Trudgeon camps besides
Lake Yellowhammer. It was a fad of
his 'to travel lightly, and in the rea
sonably heavy suitcase he had an ax,
a fishing rod and accessories, five or
six days' provisions and the minimum
of clothing that he would need for the
very brief vacation that he had al
He was hardly out of sight of the
station when he perceived an excited
looking individual yelling and gestic
ulating at him from the high road,
which here turned from its parallel
course along the trail and wound
away beside the line.
Jimmy, who had a constitutional
objection to being shouted at, stepped
off at a pace- that defied pursuit He
heard the shouts grow more and more
distant; then we was alone in the
heart j)f the wilderness. Presently
the lake ame,into sight. Jimmy sat
down his bag and rested.
The air was very still. A thrush
was singing in the underbrush. In a
little pool he saw a trout leap. His
heart leaped too. He rose, shoul
dered his bag again and stepped
His cottage was the second of the
Six. He had occupied it for two or
three years. Trudgeon had fixed it
up for him. He anticipated pleasant
company among the other cottagers.
But when at least he reached the
point he was amazed to find the
whole place desolate and bare, except
the single second cottage, standing
forlornly among heaps of debris. A
fire had evidently destroyed the rest.
How No. 2 Had escaped was beyond
Jbis p6wers of computation.
He whistled a moment, then went
up to the doo'r. Another surprise
awaited him. Upon the threshold,
wide-eyed in wonder and appeal, was
the most beautiful girl, in Jimmy's
opinion, that he had ever seen. Jim
my stared at her.
"Thank heaven!" exclaimed the
"I beg your pardon?" asked Jimmy.
"Are you going to let me go home?"
the girl demanded.
'Thope you are not being kept here
against your will," said Jimmy.
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Are You Going to Let Me Go Home?
The girl stared at him again.
"Don't you understand?" she cried.
"I thought I had rented this camp,"
The girl burst into hysterical laugh
ter. "What does it matter?" she de
manded. "Don't you know that we are
quarantined here? Didn't they try
to stop you coming?"
"I believe some idiot did yell at me,
now I come to think of it," Jimmy
The girl laid her hand on bis arm.