Then the birds in tree and bush flew off, jealous of their woodland rights, for the Bobbies really could sing, at least sweetly.
The colors were flying and a scent of coffee floated generously about, when two men on horseback came galloping along and drew rein at the foot of Comalong hill.
“Hey, there, sissy!” called one, rudely. “Do you know where Peg is? The girl from the log cabin?”
“Don’t answer,” warned Miss Mackin quickly. “If they want information, that is not the way to seek it,” and she turned the girls back to the breakfast table where the “K. P.’s” were already busy serving.
The next moment the riders galloped off, and the Scouts suspected correctly that one of the men was Francis Fairbanks.
[CHAPTER XX—THE ROOM OF MYSTERY]
How things had changed! The new day stood out independent of its past and future. Peg had actually spent the night in the Bobbies’ camp, and her treasure was now hidden in their packing-case safe.
Also, dear Camp Comalong was fading away, or was it looming up large as a proposed Samaritan camp?
Breakfast was not finished when Benny came pumping along on his wheel.
“Folks got word about your aunt, Julia,” he began after a very informal greeting, “and I came over to tell you your mother wants you to come home sure, day after to-morrow.”