"Yes," concluded Mollie. "I guess everybody's just plain nice and human, after all!"
CHAPTER XXIV
CAPTIVE AND CAPTORS
"Girls," Betty clutched Mollie by the arm and spoke in a tense undertone, "isn't that the spy?"
The girls gasped, looked, and set off on a dead run. The spy's back was to them. He seemed to be waiting for somebody and he did not see the girls till they were almost upon him.
Then, with an exclamation, he dodged around the corner of the house and commenced to run like a deer.
"Amy!" gasped Betty, as they pursued, fleet of foot, "you go to the camp for help! I'll try to cut him off!"
With the strategy of a general, Betty dodged a couple of dirt piles—it was a row of small houses, in process of construction near the camp—slipped across between two of the houses and did actually succeed in cutting the spy off.
She caught a fleeting glimpse of him as he dodged into a doorway with the evident intention of hiding till they got tired of the hunt. Also, it was certain he had not seen Betty and had no idea that she had seen him.
With wildly beating heart, but no thought of turning back, the Little Captain picked up a big piece of wood that could serve excellently as a weapon and ran for the doorway through which the spy had disappeared.