“Not the least bit. In fact if you leave them we will feel sure of another call, and that’s a big consideration,” declared Corene.
Peg laughed lightly. It was full bright daylight now, and the odor of dewy softness, the breath of things green, permeated camp and grounds surrounding.
“Don’t you want to be introduced to our bucket-brigade washroom?” asked Louise. “Come along; the line forms on this side,” and she dragged Peg out under the runt oak, where a guest basin, turned upside down, made a safe pedestal for a twittering robin. He hopped off politely as the girls tip-toed up.
“That’s our Bobbie Robin,” said Louise. “We have him almost trained to eat from a little table Julia erected for him. We place his breakfast there, and what bird wouldn’t eat a fresh cereal even from a tiny table?”
“Here comes our officer!” exclaimed Peg, as a cracking of leaves gave warning of approaching footsteps.
“Good morning!” called out the man in blue. “All safe and sound down here?”
“Perfectly,” replied Peg. “Anything new on the hill?”
“Not just this morning, but we had some trouble last night,” said the officer. “You were right about the prowlers. We found a couple of railroaders hiding behind your barn.”
“Are the horses safe?” This query showed Peg’s new alarm.
“We made sure of that. I put Tim Morgan right in the cosy little room there, and Tim was grateful for the bunk. Also, no one could come near those horses with him on the scene.”