“Hallo-o-o-o-o!”
The girls drew closer together, Mrs. Bonnell extending the lamp as some sort of weapon.
“That German,” murmured Alice.
“We’re miles away from his place,” whispered Marie.
From the woods in front of them came a crashing as of some heavy body breaking through the underbrush.
“Oh, dear!” sighed Natalie.
“Maybe,” began Alice, “maybe it’s——”
She was interrupted by another hail. Then came the challenge:
“Stony Point! Camp Fire Girls! Crystal Springs!”
“Wo-he-lo! Wo-he-lo!” shouted Natalie with all the strength of her splendid lungs.