“What did you do that for?” Angela demanded, as she sat up and rubbed her back. “I thought I was keeping out of it.”
“Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, not much, but I’ve had enough.”
“So have I.”
“What will we do next?”
“Let’s crack the whip,” suggested Betty. “You lead, Con.”
“Not I, I can’t go fast enough.”
“Louise, you lead.”
“All right, who’s on the end.”
Lois opened her mouth to speak and stopped. She was looking over Louise’s shoulder. Coming toward her were four boys dressed in the uniform of the Military School that was situated on another hill along the Hudson, about five miles north of Seddon Hall. She knew who they were at once, for she had often passed groups of them in the village, or met them when out on a straw ride.