“Well, well, girls,” observed Mr. Payton, catching sight of the girls out of the corner of his eye, “we thought you were lost.”
“I didn’t think so,” said Phil. “Evelyn said you might be in there half an hour if you had good luck, so we didn’t expect you so soon.”
The girls threw a reproachful look at the traitress, who made a defiant little mouth at them.
“Well, I had to get even with you some way,” she cried.
Just then Jack, who had been trapped into a discussion with some of the men and had been anxiously watching for a chance to escape, suddenly finding it, excused himself and joined the young folks.
“What’s the row?” he asked casually.
“Nothing, save that we have a traitress in our midst,” declaimed Jessie, dramatically.
“How exciting!” drawled her cousin. Then, turning to Lucile, he inquired, lightly:
“Did you get any sleep last night, or were the bumps too much for you?”
“The bumps didn’t worry me at all,” she confessed, as she smiled whimsically. “In fact, I didn’t know there were any.”