“Same here. Anyhow they hadn’t caught those Meadport thieves, so whether they have your auto or not, Cora, my dear, remains yet to be proved.”
The young people talked on, the conversation reverting naturally to Camp Surprise.
“What do you think it all means, Jack?” asked Bess.
“Kids playing tricks,” declared Jack tersely. “So it didn’t scare you girls out from going?”
“Of course not!” declared Bess indignantly. A look passed from her to Cora, from Cora to Belle—and that was all.
“That’s right!” chimed in Walter. “Don’t let a little thing like that scare you away. We’ll get at the bottom of this mystery.”
“When do you plan to go?” asked Cora of her brother.
“As soon as Wally can get his new suit that he’s ordered from that nobby tailor.”
“Don’t you believe him,” cried Walter, thumping his chum on the back. “I’m as ready as he is. He’s waiting for one of those sport shirts——”
“Go on! I wouldn’t wear one!”