“I can’t do it,” declared Nita Brant. “These are my best silk hose.”
“Hose,” yelled back Tavia, “we’ll take up a collection on repairs when we get to Glen.”
“And my—velvet—ties!” exclaimed Jean Faval. “They feel like wooden shoes!”
“We’ll put them up at auction,” suggested Dorothy, good humoredly. “The only thing that really worries me is Edna’s sprained arm.”
“Why didn’t you fetch the doc then?” asked Tavia, but before an answer could be ventured there was a scream, and even the happy girls of Glenwood stopped.
What had happened?
CHAPTER III
THE GET-AWAY
Amy Brooks had sunk in the bog!
The weight of the soggy earth had dragged her down, until she lay helpless, clinging to some underbrush!