The boys and Fido, over
against the outspread feast, were arranging fishing-tackle,
and watching the return of the boat; with eyes of
anticipation. To them came the doctor.
"Where is your sister, Ransom?"
"I don't know." The tone meant, "I don't care."
"I do not see her anywhere."
"No more do I," said Ransom, without raising his eyes from his
fishing line.
"Where is she?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"Did she go with the fishing party?"
"No, sir; she was here when we came," Alexander Fish spoke up.
"Yes, I remember she was here," said Preston. "I remember
seeing her. She cannot be far off. It's hot enough to keep
people from straying far."
The doctor, being not absolutely satisfied with this
reasoning, and having nothing better to do, occupied himself
with a search after the missing Daisy. It lasted some time,
and he was beginning to be not quite easy in his mind; when,
being a sportsman, his eye detected something at a distance
which was not moss nor stone. In two minutes the doctor came
up with it. It was Daisy, fast asleep on her moss bed behind
the rock. Her head lay on her arm which was curled up under
it; and profound slumber had left the little pale face as
serene as usual.
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