"We ought to have brought Dr. Hornblower along, to amuse her," suggested Grant. "Come, I'm tired of this; let's have a game of 'I spy.' This moonlight would be fine for it. Come on, Ned!"
"Where?" inquired Ned lazily, for he was thoroughly absorbed in the story that Dr. Brownlee was telling.
"'I spy'; anything to get waked up."
"Sha'n't. I'm too comfortable to move."
"Allie?"
"Don't want to," replied Allie, without stirring from her place beside Ned.
"Charlie—anybody?" demanded Grant.
"What's the use? I can't see enough without my gigs."
"Lazy things! Don't disturb them, Grant," said Marjorie scornfully. "If this is the way you're going to do, I wish we'd left you at home. Grant, we'll hide, and let Howard find us. Come ahead!" And they vanished into the shadow beside the cooking tent.
Three minutes later there was a vigorous splash, followed by a shriek from Marjorie, which brought the whole party flying to the spot. Down in the shallow creek sat Grant, blinking up at them in bewilderment, as he wiped the water from his eyes.