They went to the upper end of the lake, in rather a
pretty but lonesome locality.
"Tom, you look tired," said Mary. "I'm sure you've been working
too hard!"
"Why, I'm not working any harder than usual," Tom insisted.
"Yes, he is, too!" declared Ned, "and he's running more
chances, too."
"Chances?" repeated Mary.
"Oh, that's all bosh!" laughed Tom. "Come on, let's go ashore
and walk."
"That suits me," spoke Ned. Helen and Mary assented, and soon
the four young persons were strolling through the shady wood.
After a bit the couples became separated, and Tom found himself
walking beside Mary in a woodland path. The girl glanced at her
companion's face, and ventured:
"A penny for your thoughts, Tom."
"They're worth more than that," he replied gallantly. "I was
thinking of--you."
"Oh, how nicely you say it!" she laughed. "But I know better!
You're puzzling over some problem. Tell me, what did Ned mean
when he hinted at danger? Is there any, Tom?"
"None at all," he assured her. "It's just a soft of notion--"
Mary made a sudden gesture of silence.
"Hark!" she whispered to Tom, "I heard someone mention your
name then.
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