“I’m pretty sure,” admitted her chum gravely. “Not unless each is going to elope with another party.”
“Why, have they quarreled?”
“Doro Doodlebugs! You tell me at once. You’re every bit as mysterious as a baker’s mincepie.”
“But what do you want me to tell you?” asked Dorothy.
“Aren’t Flores and José sweethearts?”
“Certainly not!”
“Why not?”
“Because they happen to be brother and sister!” cried Dorothy, with a burst of laughter. For once one of Tavia’s romances was punctured!
The girls had started for the hills, but they followed a trail which led them farther north than the path they had followed under Hank Ledger’s guidance.