“Just for that, I’ve a great mind to put red pepper in your sandwiches,” said Helen, blushing in spite of herself.
“Well, I suppose if we get lost, we won’t have to get in before dark, either,” teased Lucy.
“Yes, but don’t you get lost. Douglas and I are always a bit uneasy until you are back, as it is,” pleaded Helen. “You know mother would have a fit if you were out late.”
“Oh, don’t listen to her, Miss Helen. We’ll take care of the girls and bring ’em back safe. Frank and I couldn’t get lost on these mountains if we tried,” and Skeeter drew himself up to his full height, which was great for a boy of fifteen and seemed even greater because of his extreme leanness.
“Can’t we take our guns, Miss Helen?” pleaded Frank.
There was another rule that the boys must not take the guns if the girls were along. Guns are safe enough if there are no bystanders.
“Oh, Frank, ask Douglas! I am afraid to be the one to let you do it.”
“Can I tell her you say yes if she does?”
“Yes, I reckon so! But if she does say yes, please be awfully careful.”