CHAPTER VI
“THE GOODS”
“Nothing develops like developments,” declared Nat when a few minutes later he emerged from the cave, with a small crate in his arms.
“The pigeons!” cried the girls, and Tavia jumped up to help Nat set the box down carefully.
“The very goods—note that I delivered them,” said Nat in joyous tones. “Now, there’s more stuff inside, and we may as well deliver them all on one trip. Watch that crate, Tavia. Don’t let some fairy fly out of the tree and carry it off.”
But Tavia was too interested examining the contents of the crate (through the bars, of course) to notice Nat’s remark.
“Isn’t it splendid to find them!” she asked of Dorothy.
“Yes,” replied the girl, who still lay limp on the grass, “I think I should have died in there but for their cooing. They seemed to be telling me to keep up. And as I listened I felt some one was coming—I guess I heard you long before you found me.”
“But how in the world did you get in there?” asked Tavia.
“Urania showed me the place, and they were after us—but I can’t talk about it now, Tavia, I feel that even now they may be near.”