"Can't do a thing with her, Nan Sherwood."
"I'll just get her myself!" declared Nan, laughing, and she
started into the thicker woods to circumvent Margaret. She did
not follow the river as the smaller girl had, but struck into the
bush, intending to circle around and head Margaret off.
She had not pushed her way through the clinging vines and brush
for ten minutes before she heard somebody else in the jungle.
She thought it was the little girl, at first; then she caught
sight of a man's hat and knew that Margaret did not wear a hat at
all.
"Goodness! Who can that be?" thought Nan. She was a little
nervous about approaching strange people in the wood; although at
this season there was nothing to apprehend from stragglers, there
were so many berry pickers within call.
Nan did not seek to overtake the man, however, and would have
kept on in her original direction, had she not heard a cry and a
splitting crash toward the river bank. Some accident had
happened, and when Nan heard the scream repeated, she was sure
that the voice was that of Margaret.
So she set off directly, on a run, tearing her dress and
scratching her hands and face, but paying no attention to either
misfortune. She only wanted to get to the scene of the accident
and lend her aid, if it was needed.
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