Kent's mind leaped ahead.

A little west by north from the inspector's bungalow was Kim's Bayou and it was undoubtedly to the forest trail over which she had gone at least once before, on the night of the mysterious assault upon Mooie, that Marette was leading him.

Questions began to rush upon him now, immediate demanding questions.

They were going to the river.

They must be going to the river.