“Maybe,” said Mollie, with a suppressed chuckle, “it never rains on this side of the house.”
But Will had stolen near enough to the cabin—if such it could be called—to look in through the window. Now he crept back to them holding up a cautioning hand.
“They’re in there!” he whispered, his eyes black with excitement and eagerness. “The roughnecks who robbed us and a couple of others as well!”
CHAPTER XXIV
ROMANCE
While the Outdoor Girls were still staring at Will as though they could not believe their ears, there came to them another sound that made them start and look over their shoulders toward the roadway.
From that direction came a babble of voices—many voices—raised in excited and angry expostulation. The girls and boys hesitated, a bit bewildered by this new turn of affairs, not knowing exactly what to do.
And in that moment things began to happen!
Out of that crazy lean-to rushed the tramps, throwing frightened glances over their shoulders toward the roadway from which direction the voices were steadily growing louder. They did not, in that first moment, see the boys and girls, for the latter were pretty well hidden by the trees and shrubbery.
And when they did see them, it was too late—for two of the tramps at least.