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est and were making their way to the log where
the Tub was moored.
“‘Where’s Betty?’ cried Mary then.

No one answered. So she called to the pro-
fessor whose canoe was already slipping away,
“Did you see the child, Professor? Sure, I
thought she was with you!”

“Golden Betty? I’ve not seen her for an
hour,” was the reply that came over the water.

The word that Betty had disappeared was
quickly passed and a hasty search was made by
all who remained on shore. They looked and
called among the trees adjoining the spot where
they had camped, completely puzzled by the
child’s sudden disappearance.

Jacques from time to time looked up
anxiously at the sun, already fairly high in the
sky. It would be disastrous to lose more time.
The other rafts must by now be far ahead of
them; and so he reminded the searchers and
warned them that they must be leaving.

They shot off some rifle shots, hoping to
attract the child’s attention. But was Betty
likely to guess what the rifle shots meant?

“She’s not far off—can’t be,” Jim said.

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