DURING THE BIG STORM
"Hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!"
"Who's there?" cried Dick, starting up.
Then, to the accompaniment of some giggling, came in feminine tones, high-pitched, the famous battle yell of Gridley High School.
"T-E-R-R-O-R-S! Wa-ar! Fam-ine! Pes-ti-lence! That's us!
That's us! G-R-I-D-L-E-Y H.S! Rah! rah! rah! rah! Gri-i-idley!"
"A lot of mere girls trying themselves out as real war-whoop artists!" uttered Reade in a tone of pretended disgust.
But Dick and Dave had jumped up, and were now running for the road as fast as they could.
It was ten days after the last word from Tag Mosher. The officers had been promptly notified by the messengers from Dick & Co., and presumably were still scouring the great stretches of forest, though so far without result.
"How did we do it, boys?" called the laughing voice of Laura Bentley, as Dick and Dave came in sight.
"Don't ask me!" begged Dave. "Girls never ought to try school yells. They ought to content themselves with waving handkerchiefs."