CHAPTER XV Downhearted; Not Discouraged
Spellbound they gazed at the revelation.
It was a large picture, almost finished, and its bold strokes had beenlaid on with a sureness that told of the joy the artist had put into hiswork.
But the subject was what held them so amazed. For there, instead of theusual landscape, was a portrait of Arden, sitting on a mound ofwarm-colored sand with Tania at her feet. One slim hand was almost buriedin the white fur. The sky back of her hinted at an approaching storm, anda portion of sea showed the ocean that peculiar color which comes justbefore a change. Arden in the picture was gazing wistfully out to sea,her eyes dreamy yet questioning, as though she were wondering what lifeheld in store for her.
"Oh, Arden," gasped Sim, the first to speak. "How lovely!"
"And to think we never knew or even guessed," Terry added. "He must be inlove with you," she finished softly.
"Don't be silly, Terry," Arden scolded, her face crimson with blushes."He just happened to use my face. It doesn't look much like me, anyway.I'm not that pretty."
"It looks exactly like you," Sim insisted. "There's no use being falselymodest about such things. You know you're pretty."
"Oh, stop!" Arden begged, and her friends saw that her eyes were filledwith tears. "He's gone now, and whatever happened to him, I'm afraid toguess. But I know one thing. He never would have gone away withoutleaving some word unless he was taken against his will."
"What shall we do?" Sim asked, coming as usual straight to the heart ofthe matter and for the moment disregarding the portrait.
"I don't know," Arden replied helplessly. For a time the girls listenedwhile the storm howled outside and the waves slapped harder against thefat sides of the _Merry Jane_.
"We can't stay here very much longer," Terry reminded them. "The tide iscoming in, and there won't be any place left to walk on back home."
Arden nodded grimly; then, without a word of explanation, she went outthe door and back to the stern of the houseboat. She returned as quicklyas she had gone.
"I just wanted to see," she explained, "if Dimitri's rowboat was stilltied up. It is, and his old car is there, too."
"Then, of course, wherever he went or was taken, he didn't go in his ownboat or car," Terry reasoned.
"I don't know what we can do," Arden said again. "But I think we shouldwait a little while before we spread an alarm. After all, he may havestayed in town because of the storm."
"Of course. Why didn't we think of that before?" Sim agreed, sighing withrelief. "We'd better lock Tania in and get back ourselves. Then we candrive to town and look around for him there."
They were relieved at having something definite to do, some real plan towork upon. Terry with difficulty closed the open window. Arden coaxedTania out to the kitchen and left water for her to drink, besides two dogbiscuits she found in a box. Sim carefully covered the picture again,still conscious of the thrilling surprise it had given them.
Finding they could not lock the door from the outside, they pulled itshut and, after one more look around the old boat, they wrapped theircoats tightly about them and set out for "Buckingham Palace."
The discovery of Arden's portrait under such almost terrifying conditionsleft the little group frankly bewildered.
"How could he have drawn so well from memory?" Arden wondered.
"What will Arden say or do about it?" Sim reflected.
"Anyhow," Terry was deciding, "it's a perfectly swell picture."
Then, as if voicing the unspoken words of her companions, Arden said:
"Please don't let's say anything about--the picture--now."
"All right," replied her companions, and they certainly meant it would be"all right" to keep their newest secret.
"I can't understand it," Arden remarked as they plodded along."Especially about Tania. He _was_ so fond of her."
"_Was?_ Oh, Arden!" Sim wailed at the slip Arden had made.
"Everything will be all right. I'm sure there is some simpleexplanation," Terry said soothingly.
"I hope so," Sim murmured, not quite so sure.
They could still hear Tania howling mournfully at being left alone, butArden insisted they should not go back, for Tania was safe, she declared.Soon the dog's howls could be heard no longer, with the noise of the windand the endless slashing of the breakers on the shore.
The tide had risen just as Terry said it would, and in some places thegirls had to wade in water up to their knees as they trudged along. Whenat last they reached Terry's house they were indeed a woebegone littleband, and there was no use denying it.
Mrs. Landry was shocked when she saw them and sent them to change intodry things at once. After which they gathered in the living room and toldTerry's mother all about their disheartening adventure, not, however,mentioning the surprise portrait.
"And, Mother," Terry pleaded, "can't we go to town at once to see if hehas been there?"
"Terry, dear, you always rush so," Mrs. Landry reminded her. "Don't youthink the weather is too bad to go all that way now? Why not wait----"
"We'll be all right," Terry interrupted. "I'm sure none of us could sleepa wink if we didn't at least do everything possible to find out what hashappened to Dimitri."
"Well----" Mrs. Landry was weakening. "If you dress warmly and promise tobe back before dark, I guess you may go. But drive carefully, and don'tdo anything foolish." The vague warning meant more than the words whichconveyed it.
They were not long in getting ready after receiving that permission. In asurprisingly short time the little car was bouncing up the road with thethree girls huddled together in it bound for the village.
"Where shall we go first?" asked Sim as they neared town.
"We can get some gas and sort of ask Reilly," Terry suggested. "He'salways friendly and sees everything."
"Of course, that's what we'll do first," Arden agreed.
But when they had jokingly asked the Chief how his tenant was gettingalong, he replied crisply:
"I should think _you'd_ know about that. I haven't seen him in more'n aweek. Takes more'n two cats t' make a coop of chickens," he added. Mr.Reilly's proverbs were sometimes queer. "Nope, ain't seen him."
"You haven't!" Terry droned.
More than a week! Disheartened, they tried to smile at the obligingReilly, but the attempt was by no means a success.
He looked after them quizzically as they left.
In the little drug store where they bought postal cards and stamps theydid not need nor even want, they asked the girl clerk if she had seen"the artist" lately.
She gave them a silly grin and shook her head.
"Not him. He only came in here once for some stamps, weeks ago, but notsince. Queer duck. Friend of yours?"
"Sort of," Arden replied indifferently, and they left the store withtheir heads up but their spirits down.
"Well, that exhausts the village, except for the food store. We can buysome oranges and ask Mr. Gushweller," Terry suggested.
The combination grocery and butcher store was without customers when thegirls entered, and the beaming owner, Mr. Gushweller, came forwardrubbing his hands and remarking how glad he was to see them.
Arden looked expertly at the oranges, critically "weighing" them in herhand. How should they ask about Dimitri without exciting Mr. Gushweller'scuriosity?
But Sim saved the day. "Say, Mr. Gushweller," she said brightly, "whatkind of meat is good for a dog--that Russian wolfhound, you know? The onethat artist owns? He asked if we'd pick up something for her."
"Wall, he gen'ally gits these." Gushweller indicated a prepared dog foodin cans. "I thought it was about time he got a new supply. He ain'tbought none for a couple weeks now."
"I'll take three cans," Sim replied automatically, while one half of herbrain registered the disappointing fact that Dimitri hadn't been in thatstore either.
Loaded again with unwanted stuff, although Tania could use the
dog food,they were a serious threesome as they drove homeward in the earlyevening. The storm continued violently to tear things up, and all werethinking the same thing. Dimitri hadn't been to town even to get food forTania. Where was he in this awful storm?
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