“What’s the matter?” shouted Jack, roused at once by the child’s cry.
“Prissy!” cried Desiré; “you—”
“Somebody’s bothering Dolly and Dapple, Jack!” called Priscilla.
By that time Jack had lighted a couple of lanterns, and he and Desiré were out in the open.
“Stay here and hold one of these,” he directed, “while I see what is wrong.”
The horses were straining at their tethers when he reached them, but quieted at once under familiar hands. Following an impulse, Jack presently led them out of the woods and into the little clearing where the wagon and tent were placed.
“Will they disturb you if I fasten them to this tree?” he asked Desiré.
“Not a bit—I—”
“Did you find anyone?” demanded Priscilla.
“Not a single person. I looked all around before I brought the horses out.”