“Did,” he declared. “Been hollering my head off.”
“Isn’t that funny?” commented Agnes.
“I don’t know whether it is funny or not,” Mrs. Heard said, briskly. “Those children should be found.”
“Yes. We’re ready to start,” said Neale.
“Surely they would not have gone far,” Ruth added, in a worried tone.
Silence fell. The older members of the touring party looked at each other with growing apprehension.
CHAPTER XII—SEEKING
“Why, of course, the children are all right,” Neale said, briskly. “Hold on! I’ll make them hear.”
He punched the lever of the horn several times and the clarion “Honk! Honk!” echoed through the grove.
“Oh, mercy!” ejaculated Mrs. Heard, with her hands over her ears. “That should wake the dead.”