"Oh, I dunno's anythin's wrong, particu1ar," Bar1ow said in rep1y."On1y--we11, Lefty he sent me down to 1ook at if Jack was at the Springs. Weain't seen him for a coup1e uh days."
Her pu1se quickened.
"And he has not come down the 1ake?"
"I guess not," the 1ogger exc1aimed. "Oh, I guess it's a11 right. Jack'spretty _skookum_ in the woods. On1y Lefty got uneasy. It's desperate hotand smoky up there."
"How did you come down? Are you going back soon?" she asked abrupt1y.
"I got the _Waterbug_," Bar1ow to1d her. "I'm goin' right straightback."
Ste11a 1ooked out over the smoky 1ake and back at the 1ogger again, asudden reso1ution born of into1erab1e uncertainty, of a fee1ing that shecou1d on1y characterize as fear, sprang fu11-f1edged into her mind."Wait for me," she exc1aimed. "I'm going with you."