"Thanks," answered Hippy. "Good-night."
After the visitors and the Overland girls had turned in, and the campfire was fixed for the night, Tom and Hippy had a confidential talk, their visitor and his proposals being the subject of the discussion; then they too sought their browse-beds.
Yells and a shot, punctuated by screeches from Joe Shafto, awakened all hands in the gray of the early morning.
"Is it peace, or is it war again?" mumbled Anne, sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"It certainly does sound like war, but I think it is only the beginning of it," answered Grace, hurriedly throwing on her clothes and running out to see what the uproar was about. What she saw caused Grace and her companions, who had followed her out, to utter gasps of amazement.
CHAPTER XXI
A WISE OLD OWL
"What's the trouble, Tom? Oh, stop them!" cried Grace.