CHAPTER 16
Captured Culprits
PRESENTLY four boys swung into view on the trail.
Batting at the bushes with their sticks and whistling gay tunes, they seemed in high good humor.
“It’s those same boys who pelted Mrs. Myles with walnuts!” Jane whispered.
Veve pinched her as a warning to remain silent.
The boys now were so close that she was afraid they would hear even a whisper.
“Let’s go up to the tree house, fellows,” proposed the eldest boy.
“Aw, we’ve been up there once today,” a companion rejoined. “We had to beat it when we saw that Brownie Scout leader coming.”
“Sure, but she’s gone now. Didn’t we see ’em all leaving the park? They won’t be back today.”