Norm Boody came out of the house with Roy Starr's rifle. They were all gathered beside the car. Roy, a trifle pale, was wrapped snugly, and resting on the rear seat. Glenn Starr sat beside Roy, his arm about Marjorie. Norma smiled at Glenn.
"I know a secret," she said.
"Better not tell it," Glenn made a pass at her with his open palm. Norma stepped back and laughed loudly.
"Glenn's a hero. He carried Marge out of the cruel woods. He carried her three miles, and now she's consented to marry him."
Glenn gave a war-whoop and started after her. Norma ran into the house and slammed the door.
"You may as well face it," Robinson said. "Roy isn't so weak that he can't kid the daylights out of you all the way home."
Pete Larson spoke from the far corner of the front seat.
"How about the little secret you're keeping, Earl. That was quite a little research trip you took into the woods this morning."
Robinson looked startled.