CHAPTER VIII
HIPPY CALLS TO ARMS
EMMA DEAN uttered a cry of alarm.
“Be an Overton girl,” admonished Elfreda Briggs.
“I—I can’t help it. I—I’m afraid,” wailed Emma, starting for her tent where she threw herself on her cot and gave way to tears.
Grace, in the meantime, was making suggestions to Hippy as to how the camp should be guarded during the rest of the night. After he had faithfully promised that he would never again nap, Grace turned toward her own tent.
It was fully an hour later before Grace succeeded in quieting her nerves sufficiently to permit her to go to sleep. She awakened with a start a few moments later. After listening and hearing nothing, Grace decided that hers was wholly a case of nerves, and again tried to sleep.
It was useless. She could not make her eyelids stay closed.
A figure darkened the tent opening.
“Grace!” called Lieutenant Wingate in a low, guarded voice.
“Yes? What is it?” she demanded.