“I’ve been scouting. Girls, those miserable boys are planning to play another trick on you. They’re going to start to-night and go on without stopping until they get home. What shall we do?”
The girls gazed solemnly into each other’s eyes.
“That seems to settle it,” spoke up Margery finally. “Well, let them have the race. Who cares?”
“We all care,” answered Harriet, springing to her feet. “We simply must win that race now. Everybody will laugh at us if we don’t, and I just couldn’t stand it to see those boys grinning triumphantly at us afterwards. I don’t care so much about the others.”
“What would you suggest, Harriet?” inquired Miss Elting.
“Suggest? Why, there is only one thing to suggest. Checkmate them at their own game. We’ll start for Meadow-Brook this very night and we’ll keep going until we get there. Are you with me, girls?”
“Yes!” shouted the girls.
CHAPTER XXIV—CONCLUSION
“Not quite so fast, girls,” warned Miss Elting.
They turned toward her questioningly. Their eyes were sparkling, their faces flushed.