Meanwhile, Delehanty having made a new disposition of his forces, the search in the woods was resumed. He had more men at his disposal on this day, and a second line of guards was drawn across the Neck higher up. Additional detectives arrived from New York and Baltimore, and these were dispatched by horse and motor to search every cabin within miles. At the same time motor-boats were patrolling all the adjacent shores, so that if the fugitive was forced out on the beach at any point he would instantly be sighted. Notwithstanding these measures the second day passed like the first with neither sight nor sound of the fugitive. It was believed that he was still in the neighborhood, because the bloodhounds, though they were led far and wide through the woods and up the road, had discovered no tracks leading away from Broome's Point. When the morning of the third day broke Pen had reached the point of desperation again. Not for a moment all night had she closed her eyes. She was now convinced that Don was lying exhausted and starving in some hidden spot in the woods. Probably no longer even able to give himself up. For she was sure he would not willingly perish without a fight to clear his name. When she first came out of the house the sight of a pair of buzzards circling high against the blue, turned her faint and sick. To spend another day of inaction was unthinkable. Madness lay that way. There was no longer any question of helping him to escape. If he was anywhere near he must be found, whatever might come of it. In her extremity Pen went to Delehanty to tell him she was going to take part in the search. The detective was considerably taken aback. He pushed out his lower lip and glowered at Pen. "What's the idea?" he demanded. "I want him found." "It isn't so long ago since you wanted to lose him." Pen shrugged. "Have you any information?" he demanded. "No. But I know these woods." "We all know them now," said Delehanty dryly. He considered for a moment. "Come back in half an hour and I'll talk to you," he said brusquely. Pen supposed that he wanted to consult with Riever. She was in no humor to wait. "You forget I don't have to have your permission to search my own place," she said. "I offer to work with you. If you don't want me to I'll go ahead alone." She turned to leave. "Hold on a minute!" said the detective, "you satisfy me that you're on the square with me, and I'll work with you fast enough." Pen was able to tell him the truth--without telling him the whole truth. "It's very simple," she said. "I don't want him to starve on the place, that's all." "Humph! You've lost touch with him, eh?" said Delehanty. Pen was silent. It was of little moment to her what they _thought_ so they did not know anything. "What's your plan?" asked Delehanty.