“I guess he’d be too, if he heard that noise,” Cora said. “Did you all hear it?” and she appealed to her chums.
“I did,” affirmed Hazel. “It sounded like distant thunder.”
“Could it have been?” asked Mrs. Floyd, who had joined the girls.
“The stars are shining,” reported Belle, looking from a window, shading her eyes with her hands from the light in the room. They had partly dressed and gone down to the living room. There they listened and waited both for a recurrence of the noise and for the approach of the boys.
The latter made their presence known first, fairly running along the graveled way that led from their bungalow, over the rustic bridge, to the girls’ abiding place.
“What’s all the racket about?” demanded Jack, as he and his two chums entered, rather breathless from their run and their hurry in dressing, the hurry showing itself in the absence of collars and ties.
“It’s that noise,” said Cora, her voice trembling slightly. “We heard it again, Jack.”
“Was it so scary?” demanded Paul, looking at his sister.
“It certainly was—too scary for words!” answered Belle. “I’m not going to pass another night in Camp Surprise!”
“It has been a surprise with a vengeance,” declared Bess. “Boys, can’t you do something?” she appealed.