As yet she had heard no warning cry from Harriet Burrell.
Jane had hardly secreted herself in the foliage of the tree when another hail sounded between her tree and home.
"Is that you, boys ?" It was the voice of George Baker.
"Yes," answered Sam.

"What's up ?" George made his way toward them.

Jane could hear him forcing his way through the bushes.
The two parties met in an open space a short distance from the tree that held Jane.

She was straining every muscle to get a glimpse of them.
"Some one has been along here since I passed," declared George.

"I found a footprint in the moss over there, and it was a woman's." "So did we find the same thing," answered Larry.