“She won’t have any callers. Her place is barred and locked and pretty near has dynamite planted around it.” He chuckled merrily at the idea. “Yes, sir-ree! Peg don’t want no one to bother her and she won’t allow anyone to do it. Too bad, too, a little girl like her had ought ta have girl friends.”
“I knew she was queer,” insisted Grace.
“Well, you might call it that——” Pete stopped to take an order for a ride to the other end of the lake, and the girls hopped out to stay ashore.
“There, you see,” said Louise, “we can’t possibly ask her to join our troop.”
“Or get her to join it, you mean, Weasy. It seems to me that a girl who can do as big a thing as carry a half frozen man on her horse has a good right to be called the original Scout, and I am going to do all I can to find out more about her,” declared Corene.
“Look out for the dynamite,” cautioned Julia.
“That makes it more interesting,” commented Cleo. “Louise, let’s get horses to-morrow and ride over Tamarack Hills?”
“Maybe,” replied Louise. “Will you go, Corey?”
“Can’t possibly,” replied Corene, “and I doubt that you two should. I thought we all agreed to get right down to camp work?”
“Oh, all right,” and Cleo’s voice hinted an apology for her proposed breaking away from the camp work. “It will be best to get the camp settled before the other temptations tempt us too strongly. But the water, and the woods and the birds! A ride over the hills with Peg would be my idea of real fun, Corey, but you’re boss—patrol leader I mean—and I am always willing to obey!”