"Don't touch any of the old guns up there," called Dorothy, "Jack says there are dangerous."
"All righty!" yelled Tavia from above. "But say wouldn't this be a handsome place to drop from?"
She was in the opening of the hay loft, lying on the floor with her head over the edge.
"Oh don't" begged Cologne. "Tavia, that is dangerous!"
Her voice was rather strained, Cologne was annoyed. Tavia jumped up, and, with a most unladylike "whoop," ran from one end of the loft to the other, exclaiming at every new found article of interest. Suddenly she stopped.
"Now what do you suppose she is at?" asked Dorothy, as she and Cologne listened.
"Maybe Jack's pipes. I am sure she would be interested in them. He has quite a collection."
"Oh! G-i-r-l-s!" came a shout from the loft. "Come quick! A wild animal!"
The voice left no room for doubt. Tavia did see something.
Cologne and Dorothy dropped their work and scrambled up the ladder.