"Let's go to bed," yawned Grace, "I'm dying by inches. And, oh,
Mollie, dear, don't forget to bring the candy box!"
Half an hour later the lights in the little cottage were out and the boys, all except Allen, who had been made as comfortable as possible in the house, were taking turns at standing guard outside.
Despite the quiet beauty and peace of the night, the girls found it almost impossible to sleep. They tossed and dozed, and waked and dozed again until, toward daylight, they fell into a restless, uneasy sleep.
CHAPTER VII
ROBBED
Crack! Crack!
The girls started to a sitting posture and regarded each other fearfully.
"What is it?" cried Mollie, her eyes big and round in the semi-dark.
"Betty, what are you doing?"
"That was a shot," responded Betty, her voice quivering with excitement. "I've been listening for it all night. Who's coming—"
"Oh, dear!" wailed Amy. "I knew some one would get killed! It's worse than some awful nightmare."