"Mabel! Stop pounding my ribs!" shrieked Bettie. "You can't sleep next to me again."
"I—I killed him," breathed Mabel, subsiding with a deep, satisfied sigh. "Oh, is it breakfast time?"
"What did you kill?" demanded Henrietta, rubbing her chin.
"The father-bear—Bettie was running away with his cubs. What's the matter with everybody?"
"The game warden," whispered Henrietta. "He's outside with Mr. Black—arresting him, I guess. But listen—they're talking."
"What!" Mr. Black was exclaiming, excitedly. "Two girls? Two of my girls sent you—why, Saunders! You must be dreaming!"
"Saunders!" gasped Henrietta.
"Saunders!" echoed Mabel. "Why! Saunders is the man in Mr. Black's office. I've never seen him, but I've heard a lot about him."
"Girls!" called Mr. Black, "are you awake?"