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CHAPTER XIII THE HIDDEN HUT,"A simple one.",The girls looked at one another in shamed silence. The actual discovery of the deception was so much more disconcerting than they had foreseen. They seemed to visualize Doris Leighton as she tore those guilty fragments and hid them in the rubbish, and the sight sickened them.,“What’s next?”,"I know, I know--the devil-stick perfume.",Judith sat with one stocking in her hand, dreaming, and she awoke with a start.,“Clarence will tell the men where to instal their teams,” the hostess reflected. The boy, who had fought shy of this mere woman’s party, had spent the afternoon in the barn.,“We ought to get there by night. It’s only around the next bend,” Bob ventured.,"No, he ain't agoin'; and now, not another of your fool questions. Slick your hair down and go at once. Do you hear me?","Then why did you do it?" They were out into the hardwoods by now, in a long valley strewn with a net-work of sunbeams and shadows and he saw a hint of reproach in her big eyes as she asked the question. His heart leaped with sheer joy. She might just as well have said, "You have no right to run risks, now that you have me to consider.","I won't," promised Anson. "Cross my heart, Bill.",Standing with feet planted wide Billy felt his heart beat quickly. "Easy, Sphinx!" Hinter cried, as the larger of the two sprang toward the boy. Immediately the dog sank down, the personification of submission; but its bloodshot eyes flashed up at Billy and in them the boy glimpsed a spirit unquelled..