“Never!” cried Marie.
“Hark! What’s that?” demanded Natalie, as there sounded from without a trampling in the bushes.
“He’s coming back!” murmured Mabel. “Shoot again, Mrs. Bonnell.”
“Cover your heads, girls!” advised Marie.
“What’s the matter in there?” demanded a voice they all recognized as Jack’s. “What has happened?”
“Shall we come in?” asked Blake.
“Don’t you dare!” cried Natalie. “Wait a minute!”
Taking warning the Camp Fire Girls draped themselves more or less picturesquely in their robes.
“Look around outside, and see if you can find any one mortally wounded, Jack,” begged Marie of her brother. “Then you may just peek in, and tell us about it.”
There was a flash of a lantern outside the tent, and the voices of the three lads as they walked about the shelter.