The dog broke into a chorus of ear-splitting yelps of warning and welcome.

The moving shadow loomed larger and a calm though harsh voice demanded, "Be quiet, General! Who is there ?" "We are!" answered Callandar, stepping as far from the tree shadow as possible.

"Picnickers from Coombe, in an unfortunate predicament.

Our motor has broken down, and we want the loan of a boat to get over to Pine Lake station." As he spoke he was vividly conscious of Esther close behind.

So near was she that he felt her warm breath on his neck.