CHAPTER XIII.
FISHING FOR AN INVITATION.
"What a strange girl!" muttered Richard, as he stood in the same hollowed rock, alone, where Harry and he had first taken shelter.

"What a compound of strength and weakness--as my mother says all girls are, though I have never known them strong before! How eager she seemed to part company with me, and how anxious to get home without me--and I am never to speak of what has happened, to her father nor to Solomon! This Solomon is her unwelcome wooer, that is clear.

He is neither young nor handsome--nor attractive in any way in her eyes, I reckon.

And what a beauty she is, to be thrown away on such a boor!" The recollection that the door at the top of the rock had been left open, and the key inside it, here flashed upon him.

"She will be sorry about that key," he thought; "and glad and grateful to me if I go back and fetch it.