threw its invisible yet unbreakable chains over the summer life of
Cora Kimball.




CHAPTER VII

DEEP IN THE DARK WOOD


"Cora, dear, please do not go any farther. Somehow I am afraid that
man will follow us."

"Why, Bess! I thought you were going to be interested in Mr.
Jones," and Cora stooped to pick up a wonderful clump of flag
lilies.

"Jones! How could he be a Jones? He's a Spaniard."

"I thought so myself, Bess. But we do not have to plant his family
tree. Now don't be a baby, girlie," and Cora squeezed the plump
hand that hung so close to her own. "Let us get to the shack, and
see if the boys' boat is about there. I am determined to run down
Jim Peters."

Bess sighed. When Cora was determined! But the man had left the
water's edge.

"Cora, see!" said Bess. "He is getting into a boat!"