“What was it?”
“Nothing but a locust! Listen! There he goes again.”
Janet listened. The sound was nearer now, and as it died away in faintness the little girl remembered that it was the song of the locust—the hot-day call of this curious insect.
“Oh, all right!” Janet murmured. “I’m glad it wasn’t a snake!”
“Come on!” insisted Ted. “We’ll soon be out of this dark place!”
But as they went down into the little dell, and were in the very gloomiest spot of all, there suddenly sounded a rustling in the bushes, which moved and shook.
“Oh!” screamed Janet, drawing back.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE RICH MAN
“What’s the matter?” cried Teddy. “There aren’t any snakes here, I tell you!”
“’Tisn’t a snake,” answered Janet. “But did you see the bushes move? And there’s something black in ’em! Look!” She pointed. Teddy could see a black animal moving along behind the screen of bushes. “Oh, maybe it’s a bear!” murmured Janet.