“Merely one of the patrolling sentries shooting at a shadow,” Gale said dryly.
“Hm,” Janet yawned. “Those fellows are so nervous if they suddenly looked in a mirror they would shoot themselves!”
“How come you didn’t run when you heard the shooting?” Valerie wanted to know. “For all you know it might have been a lot of excitement.”
Janet shook her head. “I’ve got a sixth sense that tells me when there is excitement in the air.”
“It doesn’t tell you when your horse is going to run away though, does it?” Carol asked teasingly.
“Please,” Janet begged, “that is a painful subject. Let’s not talk of it--I’ve still got a couple of bruises. I’m going to bed,” she announced suddenly.
“It’s about time,” Carol declared, jumping up.
“Why do you say that?” Janet demanded. “If you’re so sleepy why didn’t you go hours ago?”
“Because I can’t go without you, darling,” Carol said sweetly. “I can’t sleep even if I do, because when you come in you are sure to fall over something and scare all sleep out of me.”
“I do not,” Janet protested.