hat is the same woman!" spoke Cora, firmly. "Oh, to think we didn't ask
her more about herself!"

By degrees she and the other girls told the story of the woman in the
burning barn. They did not so much as hint of their first suspicions about
the fire.

"And what was the name of the girl who worked in the office with her?"
asked Belle.

"Nancy Ford," answered Mr. Haley.

"There can be no doubt of it," declared Cora. "That settles it. What a
coincidence! That we should find her brother here!"

"Oh, can you tell me where my sister is?" asked the light keeper.

"I am very sorry, but she went away in a hurry from my house," said Cora,
"and we have not seen her since. We feel sure she was the woman the sheep
herder met that same night," and she told about that incident.

"Bless that kind man--he helped her some, anyhow, and bless you girls,"
said Mr. Haley, fervently. His eyes were moist, and those of the girls
were not altogether dry.

"How can we trace her?" asked Bess.

"The only way I see," spoke Cora, "is to write to the town toward which
she went after the sheep man saw her. The authorities there might give
some information."

"I'll do it!" cried the light keeper, as he made a note of the place. "I
can't thank you enough."

"Oh, we have done scarcely anything," answered Cora. "We wish it were much
more."

Further details and forgotten incidents were mentioned as bearing on the
case, and then the girls departed in the boat. It was a little rough going
back, and the spray flew over them.

"Isn't it strange?" observed Belle.

"Very queer how it all turned out," agreed Eline.

"Poor woman," said Cora. "I feel so sorry for her!"

The boys remained out fishing nearly all day, and when they returned, not
having had exceptional luck, Cora took Jack to one side and asked:

"What was the name of the girl you and Ed met on the road the time of our
break-down?"

"She didn't say."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, Sis. If I knew I'd have sent her a souvenir postal. What's
the answer?"

"Oh, nothing, I thought perhaps she had mentioned it."

"Nary a word. Did you have a nice ride?"

"Yes, we went to the lighthouse. And, Jack, what do you think? That
woman--the one in our garage--is Mr. Haley's sister!"

Jack was properly astonished, and he and the other boys listened with
interest to the story of the identification.

"Say," drawled Norton, "if we find Nancy Ford and Mrs. Raymond we'll be
doing a good th