“Let’s do a good job tearing up the place!” proposed the leader of the gang. Boldly he ripped the sign from the door. “How about it, fellows?”
“Sure!” the others agreed, following him into the tree house.
By this time Miss Gordon and the Brownies had emerged from their hiding places. Several of the girls would have started up the steps after the boys, but the teacher told them to wait.
“They would only dart away and elude us again,” she advised the girls. “Veve, you and Jane run as fast as you can to the gate house. Bring Mr. Karwhite here.”
“We certainly will,” Jane promised.
“Fast too,” added Veve. “Just don’t let those boys get away until we return.”
Making no sound, the two girls slipped away. Once they were a few yards away and knew they could not be heard, they broke into a run.
“What if Mr. Karwhite isn’t at the entrance gate?” Veve gasped, short of breath. “That would be just our luck.”
“He has to be there,” Jane replied. “This is our one chance to have those boys arrested.”