“What ails us, Loyalheart?” cried Elfreda, addressing Grace. “We are acting like a lot of schoolgirls on their first picnic.”
“Tom says it is the high altitude, but I think he is wrong.”
“I could almost fly away on the wings of the morning,” laughed Emma.
“Spread your wings and take off,” suggested Lieutenant Wingate. “You will find the air and the rocks rather bumpy, but—”
“It won’t hurt; she’s too soft,” interjected Stacy.
“Thank goodness I am not a thickhead,” retorted Miss Dean, laughing immoderately at her own witticism.
“It is my opinion that you all have an exaggerated attack of the willies. How is your heart now, Chunky?” questioned Hippy teasingly.
“It beats all,” was Stacy’s prompt reply.
The Overland Riders groaned dismally, then burst into peals of laughter. The merriment continued until luncheon had satisfied their hunger.
“I am inclined to believe that last night’s electric storm has something to do with our peculiar sensations to-day,” averred Elfreda. “I feel as if I were attached to an electric-light wire. Don’t you?”