“Of course, we didn’t bring any,” again growled Jerry.
“Of course not,” echoed Arthur Williams.
“I could lasso him just as easy—”
“Sure we could,” confirmed Tom.
“Sure!” went down the line till Neddie swallowed it.
“Well, we got to do something! Look! There he goes! The son-of-a-gun!” groaned Arthur.
“Into the cave!” gasped Ralph.
“Gone!” sighed Tom, except that the sigh was somewhat like a gasp.
Their concentration had attracted the attention of the columbine hunters, and now the girls, with Mr. Doane, came as quickly through the wood as the deep underbrush would allow.
Signs and wig-wags warned them not to speak, but of course Millie had to giggle. A “Sh-s-s-h!” from Tom brought Gloria up so suddenly that she all but fell headlong into a nest of briars.