“Say, those girls are all right,” declared Rob enthusiastically, as they strode on.
“Ho! ho! ho!” laughed Tubby. “Rob is smitten.”
“You needn’t talk,” retorted Rob, with a red face. “You were bowing and scraping around like a dancing master yourself. Yes, and Merritt, too.”
“I was only trying to be polite,” protested Merritt indignantly.
“Pity they’re not somebody else’s sisters,” grunted Tubby mischievously, dodging a clip on the ear which Rob reached out to give him.
It was not long before the dark hemlocks of the De Regny mansion came into view. From the summit of the little hill on which they stood the boys could see the broad, smooth terrace and the sparkle of the sea beyond. Hardly a breath stirred the air.
“Guess we’ll have a flight, all right,” exclaimed Paul Perkins enthusiastically. “Look! They’re busy down yonder.”
Sure enough they could see several small speck-like figures moving about below them, opening the big double doors of the green shed.
“Race you to the bottom of the hill!” shouted Rob, and off dashed the Boy Scouts, running as if their lives depended on it.