“Why no,” replied Ted. “But Nora, you look as if you had.”
“I did, really. Something stole out of the bushes and crept across the path, toward the kitchen.” Nora was still short of breath from her fright.
“Now Bobbs! You don’t mean to say that some wild, roaring lion——”
But Nora interrupted Jerry. “Honestly Cousin Jerry,” she declared, “I did see something, and we can’t go out and leave Vita alone until we find out what it was.”
“Bravo! Spoken like a Scout!” sang out the irrepressible Jerry. “Now let’s all have a look.”
“Over there,” directed Nora, and while neither Mr. nor Mrs. Manton appeared to take the matter seriously, they did, never-the-less, follow Nora’s directions and quietly prowl along the path.
“There,” exclaimed Nora. “I saw it again!”
“I thought I saw something scamper off myself,” admitted Ted. “What do you suppose it can be?” She stepped out squarely in the driveway and stood watching.
“Give me a look and I’ll announce,” said Jerry, his cap in one hand and a great stick, more like a tree limb he had hastily snatched up, in the other. He was going to have some fun out of it, at any rate. He never could miss a chance like this.
Thrashing down the bushes from the drive to the garden path took but a few moments, then they were within sight of the door.