"And also," added Doris, "if they were hiding, how could they make such a room as this, all finished with wooden walls, without being seen doing it? Where did they get the planks?"

"Do you know what that timber is?" asked Sally.

"Why, of course not," laughed Doris. "How should I?"

"Well, I do," said her companion. "I know something about lumber because Dad builds boats and he's shown me. I scratched the mold off one place,—here it is,—and I discovered that this planking is real seasoned cedar like they build the best boats of. And do you know where I think it was got? It came from some wrecked vessel down on the beach. There are plenty of them cast up, off and on, and always have been."

"But gracious!" cried Doris, "how was it got here?"

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"Don't ask me!" declared Sally. "The beach is miles away."

They stood for some moments in silence, each striving to piece together the story of this strange little retreat from the meagre facts they saw about them. At last Doris spoke.

"Sally," she asked, "was this all you ever found here? Was there absolutely nothing else?" Sally started, as if surprised at the question and hesitated a moment.

"No," she acknowledged finally. "There was something else. I wasn't going to tell you right away, but I might as well now. I found this under the mattress of the bed."

She went over to the straw pallet, lifted it, searched a moment and, turning, placed something in Doris's hands.

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 CHAPTER V

MYSTERY

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