"It's all right," he said.
Picking up his bundle, he tossed it over the hedge. He seized Mary's and repeated.
"Now for you!"
Before she could protest, even had she been so minded, Pete was wedging her into a dense, prickly obstruction and ordering her to scramble with all her might. She landed head down on the other side of the hedge, and was picking herself up when he joined her.
He seized both bundles and started running again.
They were still among evergreens, but the property was evidently that of a neighbor. Pete had made an observation of it on his previous journey. He knew exactly where he was going. Right on the edge of the bluff, which still followed the line of the shore, stood a summer pavilion. Into its shadowy shelter he dashed, with Mary Wayne close behind.
"There!" he gasped, tossing the bundles to the floor. "Now doll yourself up."
Five minutes later she looked at him in dismay.
"Why, it's nothing but lingerie!" she exclaimed.
Pete was holding out a pair of silk pajamas at arm's length, for better inspection.