"A price! Huh! If there is, I'll wager that it is a cut-rate price. Good-night! I am going back to bed." Emma Dean turned her back on them and flounced off to her tent.
CHAPTER X
"THEY'VE GOT THE BOY"
"I don't believe it. Your rescuer was drawing the long bow," spoke up Anne Nesbit.
"Yes, I can't imagine Hippy with a price on his head," nodded Miss Briggs.
"When I'm dead you folks will be sorry that you didn't take me seriously," rebuked Lieutenant Wingate. "Do we do as my friend suggested, and hike for the Thompson farm, or must I be sacrificed on the altar of unbelief?"
"Grace must answer that question. She is our captain," answered Elfreda.
Grace Harlowe regarded Hippy with searching eyes.
"You are not fooling us, Hippy?" she demanded.