Billie wanted to feel offended, but she could not. The comparison was too apt. She met the quizzical, smiling glance of the strange girl and suddenly laughed.
“You are a very frank person. But I do feel rather like a sardine. If you will give me a hand, I think I can manage, if I try hard enough, to get out of this ridiculous place.”
The pulling and tugging that ensued was a painful process for Billie. She discovered that there was scarcely a portion of her body that failed to boast either bruise or scratch.
“I’m pretty well disabled,” she admitted. “No tennis and no rowing for me for a few days to come at least.”
“’Twouldn’t be best to try, I guess,” remarked the girl.
Ruefully, Billie bent to examine her torn skirt. As she straightened up, a sharp exclamation escaped her.
“Hold on there! Where are you going?”
CHAPTER IV
BATTLE
Even as Billie Bradley spoke, the strange girl disappeared into the woods.