CHAPTER V
THE MYSTERY CLUB
Though Margie and Lucy ran fast, carrying the toy planes, they had a chance to look back to see what had frightened them. They both looked at the same time and Margie said:
“It isn’t a cow that’s chasing us.”
“No, it isn’t a cow,” Lucy agreed. “It hasn’t the horns of a cow. It looks more like a reindeer.”
“Reindeers only come around Christmas time—if you believe in them,” said Margie. “Besides, there wouldn’t be reindeers down here—only up at the North Pole.”
“Well, anyhow, it’s coming after us, whatever it is,” added Margie. “Come on! Run fast!”
“Oh, why doesn’t somebody help us?” cried Lucy. “Go on back, you old scarecrow you!” she shouted.
“It isn’t a scarecrow, whatever else it is,” said Margie.
“I know it isn’t,” Lucy admitted. “But I couldn’t think of anything else to call it. Oh, goodie! Here’s the fence. Now we can crawl under and be safe.”
The girls reached a fence at one corner of Mason’s meadow and lost no time in crawling below the first rail. They pushed their brothers’ airplanes through the fence ahead of them.