Eleanor took the bottle from his hands and held it to Madge's lips.
The exhausted girl took a long drink. Then the others followed suit,
while the young man watched them, smiling with satisfaction. He was
tall and strong, and not particularly handsome, but he had fine brown
eyes, a firm chin and thick, curly, light hair. After the girls had
finished the coffee he broke open his package of sandwiches and found
exactly four inside.

"Please take them," he urged, handing the open package to Lillian.

"We mustn't take them from you," protested Lillian. "We thank you for
the coffee. That will do nicely until we get back to our boat."

The stranger laughed. "See here," he protested, "not an hour ago, when
I left the hotel, where my mother and I are spending the summer, I ate
three eggs, much bacon, four Maryland biscuit and drank two cups of
coffee. Fragile creature that I am, I believe I can exist on that
amount of refreshment for another hour or so. But whenever I go out on
a few hours' hunting trip, my mother insists that the steward at the
hotel put me up a luncheon. She is forever imagining that I am likely
to get lost and starve, a modern 'Babe in the Woods,' you know. By the
way, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Curtis, Thomas Stevenson
Curtis, if you please, but I am more used to plain, everyday Tom."

The girls acknowledged the introduction, then by common consent they
began walking away from the cabin.

A short distance was traversed in silence, then Madge said abruptly,
"Who do you suppose locked us in, Mr. Curtis?"