"But she is not on the team. She was along only as a rooter. The electric car broke down alongside of Buckham's strawberry patch. Wasn't that it?"
"Uh-huh," admitted Agnes. "And the berries did look so tempting."
"You girls got into Buckham's best berries," chuckled Neale. "I heard he was quite wild about it."
"We didn't take many. And I really didn't think about it's being stealing," Agnes said slowly. "We just did it for a lark."
"Of course. 'Didn't mean to' is an old excuse," retorted the boy.
"Well, Mr. Buckham couldn't have known about it then," cried Agnes. "I don't believe Mr. Marks heard of it through him. If he had, why not before this time, after months have gone by?"
"I know. It's all blown over and forgotten, when up it pops again. 'Murder will out,' they say. But you girls only murdered a few strawberries. It looks to me," added Neale O'Neil, "as though somebody was trying to get square."
"Get square with whom?" demanded Agnes.
"Well—you were all in it, weren't you?"
"All the team?"