THE GIRLS WILL GO
“Where in the world were you boys?”
“We’ve been worried to death about you!”
“Why didn’t you tell us you were going to be out all night?”
“My! They look as though they’d slept in a barn!”
Thus the girls greeted the return of—shall I say our three heroes—a little later that morning. They certainly did not feel like heroes, however, as they rowed up to the little dock, and saw the Camp Fire Girls waiting for them on shore.
“Oh, we’ve been off on a little trip,” said Blake.
“You don’t look as though you enjoyed it much, or as if it did you any good,” said Mrs. Bonnell dryly. “Come on now, ’fess up and we’ll forgive you. But we were worried.”
“Why so?” asked Jack, thinking to postpone the explanation.
“Why, Alice had a letter from home on the last mail, and there was some news in it she wanted to tell Blake. We walked over to your camp, and found it deserted. Then some of the boys whom you got to help us search for Natalie, that time, came along and invited us out in their launch.”