“I might,” answered Blake coolly. “All the girls wear rubber-soled shoes, as we do, and if some stranger came to camp he might have on other kind of coverings. They would show in the soft ground. You take a look back where the road comes in,” he advised.
“There might be something in that,” admitted Jack. “Come on, Phil,” and the three were soon scanning the ground about the camp while the girls, rather disturbed by the information that had come to them, finished clearing away the lunch dishes.
“It won’t be safe to go away after this,” said Mabel.
“Not unless we lock up our best things,” added Alice.
“You can’t lock a tent,” declared Marie.
“No, but we can our trunks. Oh, the boys have found something!” she suddenly cried, as excited voices came from some little distance away from the tents where the three chums had gone.
“Don’t you hit that!” Jack could be heard to yell.
“No, leave it alone!” insisted Blake.
There was the crash of a stone through the treetops.
“Oh, they’re having a fight!” screamed Mabel. “Some one has attacked them!”