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At
this
very
hour
,
Clyde
,
with
Harley
Baggott
,
Bertine
and
Sondra
,
in
one
of
the
canoes
,
paddling
eastward
along
with
the
remainder
of
the
flotilla
,
looking
back
and
wondering
.
Supposing
by
now
,
some
officer
or
some
one
had
arrived
at
Sharon
and
was
following
him
up
here
?
For
would
it
be
hard
to
find
where
he
had
gone
,
supposing
only
that
they
knew
his
name
?
But
they
did
not
know
his
name
.
Had
not
the
items
in
the
papers
proved
that
?
Why
worry
so
always
,
especially
on
this
utterly
wonderful
trip
and
when
at
last
he
and
Sondra
could
be
together
again
?
And
besides
,
was
it
not
now
possible
for
him
to
wander
off
by
himself
into
these
thinly
populated
woods
along
the
shore
to
the
eastward
,
toward
that
inn
at
the
other
end
of
the
lake
--
and
not
return
?
Had
he
not
inquired
most
casually
on
Saturday
afternoon
of
Harley
Baggott
as
well
as
others
as
to
whether
there
was
a
road
south
or
east
from
the
east
end
of
the
lake
?
And
had
he
not
learned
there
was
?
And
at
last
,
at
noon
,
Monday
,
reaching
Shelter
Beach
,
the
third
spot
of
beauty
contemplated
by
the
planners
of
this
outing
,
where
he
helped
to
pitch
the
tents
again
while
the
girls
played
about
.
Yet
at
the
same
hour
,
at
the
Ramshorn
site
,
because
of
the
ashes
from
their
fires
left
upon
the
shore
,
young
Swenk
,
most
eagerly
and
enthusiastically
,
like
some
seeking
animal
,
approaching
and
examining
the
same
and
then
going
on
--
swiftly
.
And
but
one
hour
later
,
Mason
and
Kraut
,
reconnoitering
the
same
spot
,
but
without
either
devoting
more
than
a
cursory
glance
,
since
it
was
obvious
that
the
prey
had
moved
farther
on
.
But
then
greater
speed
in
paddling
on
the
part
of
Swenk
,
until
by
four
he
arrived
at
Shelter
Beach
.
And
then
,
descrying
as
many
as
a
half
dozen
people
in
the
water
in
the
distance
,
at
once
turning
and
retreating
in
the
direction
of
the
others
in
order
to
give
the
necessary
signal
.
And
some
two
miles
back
firing
one
shot
,
which
in
its
turn
was
responded
to
by
Mason
as
well
as
Sheriff
Slack
.
Both
parties
had
heard
and
were
now
paddling
swiftly
east
.
At
once
Clyde
in
the
water
--
near
Sondra
--
hearing
this
was
made
to
wonder
.
The
ominous
quality
of
that
first
shot
!
Followed
by
those
two
additional
signals
--
farther
away
,
yet
seemingly
in
answer
to
the
first
!
And
then
the
ominous
silence
thereafter
!
What
was
that
?
And
with
Harley
Baggott
jesting
:
"
Listen
to
the
guys
shooting
game
out
of
season
,
will
you
.
It
's
against
the
law
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Hey
,
you
!
"
Grant
Cranston
shouted
.
"
Those
are
my
ducks
down
there
!
Let
'em
alone
.
"
"
If
they
ca
n't
shoot
any
better
than
you
,
Granty
,
they
will
let
'em
alone
.
"
This
from
Bertine
.
