“All sleepy heads over there,” nodded Sam. “We could beat that outfit and sleep all the time.”
“Wait a minute,” answered George. “I don’t see the tent, do you, fellows?”
No one spoke for a moment. Then the leader announced that he was going down to the girls’ camp. He returned at a trot after having visited the deserted camp and peered into the automobile.
“Well, what is it?” questioned several boys.
“Fellows, we’re stung. They’ve gone!” declared George.
“But—but the automobile is there?”
“Yes, and that Miss McCarthy is curled up like a kitten on the back seat sleeping as sweetly as you please. There’s not another girl in camp.”
“Well, what do you know about that?” drawled Davy.
“How long have they been gone, do you think?” asked Will.
“From the feel of the ashes I should say several hours.” George did not know that they had smothered the fire with a damp blanket. “That was a fine trick to play on us the first day,” growled George. “That’s the girl of it.”