Miss Elting’s face relaxed in a smile.
“Where is Miss Thompson?” questioned Dill.
“Miss Thompson will be here soon,” replied the guardian.
Unnoticed by the boys Harriet slipped away, a bundle under her arm. She returned, a quarter of an hour later, accompanied by Tommy clad in her outside skirt and at peace with the world. They had barely reached the camp before the sound of a motor horn was heard. A few moments afterward Crazy Jane came tearing along the road and swung up to the camp.
“Here we are darlin’s,” she cried. “I got your message.”
“Message?” questioned the captain. “Who gave her a message, Fred?”
“Blest if I know,” answered Fred Avery, getting down from the car, removing his hat and scratching his head thoughtfully. “Wireless, I think.”
“What did I tell you?” nodded Sam.
The captain regarded Fred inquiringly.
“Oh, don’t ask me,” said the latter. “Miss McCarthy got out of her car about five miles back, walked to the fence then back to the car. She said her friends had passed there about four o’clock in the afternoon and were in camp then.”