The girls, not knowing what else to do and being in rather a
bewildered frame of mind, allowed themselves to be hustled. The rain
was sheeting down in a terrific cloud burst, so that their clothes
clung to them damply and they began to shiver.
They circled the fallen tree which had so nearly been their undoing,
and a moment later found themselves upon a narrow footpath which
seemed to lead into the very heart of the woods.
"I wonder where he is taking us," whispered Grace in Betty's ear.
"Maybe he's a murderer or something."
In spite of her discomfort, Betty giggled.
"Did you ever see a murderer with a bald head like that?" she asked.
It seemed to the girls as if the path must be at least a mile long,
but just as they were despairing of ever reaching the end of it, they
came out into a partially cleared space and through the trees caught a
glimpse of something that looked like a house.
Their new acquaintance, who up to this time had been bringing up the
rear, now took the lead and led them over tangled underbrush, stones
and foot-bruising rocks, to his strange little dwelling.
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