“Neale wants you,” giggled Ruth. “He’s waking up the whole camp to get you.”
“Oh! Neale O’Neil!” gasped Agnes. “Do you want me?”
“Come on,” whispered Neale. “I want to show you my hens.”
At that statement Ruth began to laugh again, but Agnes scrambled into her outer clothing, greatly excited by what Neale had promised her.
CHAPTER XV—ADVENTURES OF THE CASTAWAYS
“Now shush! And listen!” whispered Neale, when he grabbed Agnes’ wrist just outside the girls’ tent.
“What is the matter with you?” she demanded.
“If you don’t keep still,” Neale warned her, “you’ll miss seeing my flock of chickabiddies.”
“You are fooling, Neale O’Neil. You know you are,” she murmured.
“You come on, and keep still,” he said, still dragging her by the wrist. “Don’t even whisper. The fog is rising slowly and the dawn will soon appear. My flock is scary in the daylight——”