“Hear what?” Lucy asked.
“That noise.”
“What sort of a noise?” asked Lucy.
“A—a sort of a—a whoofing noise!” whispered Margie. “It seemed to come from those bushes near the edge of the wood. Listen! There it is again!”
Lucy heard a noise and said:
“It was more like a cow snorting than a whoofing noise.”
“Well, maybe it was a cow,” admitted Margie. “Anyhow it was a noise and—oh, look, Lucy! It’s coming for us—that noise. Oh, it’s a wild cow—or something. Run! Run!”
Lucy gave one look and then, holding tightly to Joe’s plane as Margie was carrying Dick’s, the two girls turned and ran as fast as they could crying:
“Help! Help!”