“I’d give anything if I had a bat!” Ardeth announced. “Just one!”
“A bat? What would you want with it?” Bart asked, rather amused by the remark.
Ardeth told him about the nature treasure chest at Pine Cone Camp. “Our unit hasn’t contributed anything, as yet,” she added. “If I could get one of those bats, we’d really be the talk of the camp.”
“I think I can get you one,” Bart offered, glancing at his wristwatch. “You’re serious about wanting it?”
“Oh, yes, but I don’t want to delay you on your run.”
“If the bats are where I think they’ll be, I can pick one off the wall in a minute or two,” Bart promised. “Want to go into the cave with me?”
“I don’t think we should without permission from our leader,” Judy said quickly.
“I can travel faster alone at any rate,” the young milkman replied.
As the milk truck rattled on down the winding road, he talked enthusiastically about bats and their habits.
The creatures, he told the girls, had silky, translucent wings and flew with astonishing precision.