Before the echo had died away, sixteen grinning faces appeared from under the bridge.
There was a moment of speechless amazement, and then Polly asked in a quiet voice that contrasted ridiculously with Betty’s mighty yell:
“Were you calling us?”
“Look, they’re here.”
“Under the bridge.”
“Where’s the trail?”
“Here, look!”
“We’re blind!” came the chorus from the startled hounds, followed by:
“How did you do it?”
“Have you been here all the time?”