CHAPTER XII
UNCERTAINTIES
Dorothy had no time before dinner, but after that meal she seized upon her brothers, Joe and Roger, and led them aside. The boys thought she had something nice for them, brought from New York. They very quickly found out their mistake.
“I want to know what you boys mean by taking such risks as you did this afternoon?” she demanded, when out of hearing of the rest of the family. She would not have her aunt or the major troubled by knowing of the escapade.
“You, especially, Joe,” she went on, with an accusing finger raised. “You both might have been killed. Then how would you have felt?”
“Er—dead, I guess, Sister,” admitted Roger, for Joe was silent.
“Didn’t you know the road was closed because of repairs on the bridge?” she asked the older boy sternly.
“No-o. We forgot. We didn’t go over to the nutting woods that way. Say! who told you?” blurted out Joe.
“Who told me what?”
“About our race with the train. Cricky, but it was great!”
“It was fine!” Roger added his testimony with equal enthusiasm.