“Do you think our enemy will try to find us?” asked Jane.

“Yes.”

“I don’t.  We’ll be wasting our time.  The boys won’t look for us, here, either.”

“Well, here is the creek, at any rate,” exclaimed Harriet, swinging the bow of the boat in as she spoke.  “And oh, Jane!  Look!”

A smooth sheet of dark water was revealed to the eyes of the girls.  It was shimmering in the deep shadow of the foliage under which it flowed until it became lost in the shadows of foliage and rocks.  Harriet drove her boat in without the least hesitancy.  She saw by glancing above her head that there were no heavy limbs of trees hanging over the little waterway.  A sounding with the oar developed the fact that there was only about three feet of water in the stream.

“Do you know where you are going, Harriet?” questioned Jane anxiously.

“No.  But I don’t care.  Do you?”

“Not I. I can go where you go.  Oh, look at that hole.  It’s a cave, Harriet, and the stream goes right into it.”

“I think you are mistaken, Jane.  That looks to me more as if the water had worn an opening in the rocks.  The water must have been very high to make such a large opening.  Yes.  See!  The water swirls in at one side of the opening and comes out on the other side, making a sort of horseshoe shape of the cut-out place.  Isn’t this a place in which to hide, Jane McCarthy?” cried Harriet triumphantly.

“Hurrah!  The greatest hiding place in the world.”

“And won’t the Tramp Club be amazed when they find we are missing?  They’ll think their chance of winning the camera is doubtful.”

“Perhaps they’ll think we’re drowned,” answered Jane, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“A little scare will do them good,” returned Harriet, the mischievous sparkle appearing in the depths of her brown eyes.  “What do you think of it, dear?”

“Fine!  It’s glorious.  We’ll have a picnic here.  What fun, what fun!  And it’s such a beautiful place too.  What shall we call it?”

“I think we might call it the Island of Delight,” answered Harriet, after brief reflection.

“That’s the name!  Now, let’s explore the place.”

“Oh, no, not now, Jane.  We must go and lay our plan before Miss Elting first.  I do not think she will object, but we must ask her, of course, before we make any further arrangements.”

“When do you plan to move in here?”

“Just as soon as we are able to get the ‘Red Rover’ in here.  I am in a hurry.  The boys are likely to be sailing over here almost any time now.  We must get out of sight before they come near here.”

“Hurrah!” shouted Crazy Jane.

“Save your breath.  You will need it before we have gotten our big boat in.  It is going to be a hard pull to get it through all this foliage and then it is going to be another difficult job to get it out again.  When we get those boys on the Island of Delight we are going to give them something to think about,” chuckled Harriet.  “This time, the Meadow-Brook Girls will score.”