"You people don't have to stay just because I do," said Will, meaning to
be generous. "You can go home, or go in swimming, or anything else to
amuse yourselves you wish, while I do the sentry act."
"Go home!" Mollie cried indignantly. "Why, how can you think of such a
thing, Will, when you know how interested we all are? I, for one, can't
do anything but wait."
"Nor I," said Grace. "They may be able to find your mother's silver,
Mollie, but I'm afraid our poor dear Beauty is gone forever."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Betty argued cheerfully. "Just because they
didn't sew him up in a bag and stick him in a gloomy old cave is no
reason why we can't find him. We may come across him any time."
"Well, maybe," sighed Grace, and her tone was anything but optimistic.
The friendly sheriff had set an hour for the time of his absence, but
long before the hour had sped he returned, bringing with him six other
men and a small hand-cart.
"I don't see how you managed to get it through the woods," said Allen,
referring to the hand-cart.
"Oh, we stuck to the shore most of the time," said Mr.
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