Made aware that something exciting had occurred, the other Brownies and Miss Gordon quickly joined the group below.
Carefully the teacher read the note. “This may be another joke those boys are playing,” she said slowly. “On the other hand, we’ve had many pleasant surprises since we came to the park.”
“Let’s follow instructions,” urged Veve. “It won’t take long to dash to the rustic bridge and see what’s what.”
“Veve and I could go,” offered Connie, equally excited.
This proposal, however, the teacher rejected. “No, we’ll all hike there together,” she decided. “It may be another trick those mischievous boys have played. If so, I want to be along.”
The person or persons who had shot the arrow were nowhere visible. Hastening along the trail without seeing anyone, the six girls and their leader soon reached the rustic bridge.
Connie gazed carefully about. No one was within view.
“It’s a trick,” she announced.
“Maybe it isn’t,” insisted Veve. “Someone has been here.”
“That’s so,” agreed Miss Gordon. “I see smoke coming from one of the fireplaces. Someone built a fire there.”