The clam-diggers came up with a large reward for their aching backs and sun-burn, and the plan of starting a list of fish was proposed by the Chief. Thereafter, more interest was shown in the three kinds of fish on exhibit than any of the girls could ever remember before.
While the Woodcrafters sat eating luncheon, a peculiar whistle sounded from the woods back of them.
“Sounds like a tramp signalling a pal to come and enjoy this lunch,” teased Bob.
“You seem to forget that we girls won a coup for knowing our native birds this Summer. I know what kind of a bird that is, too. Anyone else here recognise it?” said Zan.
“Don’t tell! Don’t—please. Let us new members try to place the sound and sight and begin on our bird coups,” interrupted Anne Mason.
“Come on, hurry up! We can wash dishes later,” added Frances.
“You girls go, and I will remain here with the boys to clear away the dishes and follow after you later,” offered the Guide.
So the Band ran away and shortly after Miss Miller and her helpers finished the chores and went into the woods also. About an hour was spent in interesting study and pursuit of Nature’s lore, when a sound coming from the direction of the camp reached the crowd.
“That’s a kind of bird I know at once!” laughed Zan.
“It sounds like the siren on your Dad’s machine,” ventured Jane.