“Then we’ll notify your troop leader,” the circus man agreed. “What is your name, little girl?”
“Connie Williams, and this is Veve McGuire.”
“I’ll send a telegram to your Brownie Scout leader right away,” the circus man promised. “Hungry?”
“Practically starved,” said Connie.
By this time, the man who had been called “Bill” came to the doorway of the car. He reached up his arms and the other workman handed the two girls down to him.
Veve and Connie were relieved to escape from the dark, cramped quarters. However, the night air was very chilly and they had no sweaters or jackets.
“The sun soon will be up,” one of the men said, slipping his jacket over Connie’s shoulders. “Then as soon as the cook tent is up, we’ll have breakfast.”
“When will we get back to Shady Hollow camp?” Veve asked.
“That depends. We’re several hundred miles from there now. Someone will have to come after you.”
“Oh,” said Connie in a thin little voice. She was thinking how very much trouble and expense Miss Gordon would be caused.