“But if they come over to our camp, as they do every evening,” went on breath-of-the-pine-tree, “they’ll see that we aren’t there, and they may start out——”
“Yes, but how would they know where to begin?” asked Marie. “We didn’t tell any one where we were going!”
“Unless Reuben did.”
“That’s so!”
Hope seemed to spring up anew.
“Oh, dear! oh!” suddenly called Alice.
“What is it?” demanded Mrs. Bonnell, turning and flashing her lamp.
“Don’t say it’s a snake!” begged Natalie.
“I don’t know what it was,” went on Alice. “But something sharp pricked me on the ankle—right through my shoe, too!”
Mrs. Bonnell hurried back along the halted line.