“And that’s why you went to the hills so often,” burst out Louise. “We wondered and wondered.”
“Yes, that’s why,” agreed Peg.
“You don’t think your robbers would follow you down here?” asked Isabel, not fearfully but rather confidently.
“No, we have covered our tracks,” said Peg. “They might see Shag——”
“Bring him in,” begged Cleo, who loved Shag or any other “nice dog” right next to her companions.
“There isn’t really any danger of them following us,” said Peg. “Besides, we will have a couple of extra watchmen in the woods between now and morning. But I know Shag will just love to come in.”
So it happened the Bobbies had a company of three to billet—when finally Miss Mackin succeeded in inducing everyone “to quiet down and wait until morning” for the telling of the real story of Peg’s fight to establish the rights her father had left her to struggle with.
[CHAPTER XIX—SHAG: THE ALARM CLOCK]
Daylight was just peeking through the little crack in the tent flap when Grace screamed:
“Oh, my! For goodness’ sake!” she yelled. “Someone, somebody, something, Shag wants to kiss my toesies!”