“Good,” said Katherine. “We’ll make several, and those who can’t throw stones can use slingshots.”
That was a very busy afternoon for this warlike group of girls. While the luncheon dishes were being washed and put away, Katherine and Hazel rowed the boat back to the Graham landing, thanked “Jimmie Junior” for its use, accepted with solemn countenances his “high-C” “You’re welcome,” and returned to their camp. Then the work of manufacturing arms and ammunition, in anticipation of another midnight invasion, began.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE GHOST.
Before the “preparedness program” of the afternoon was started, Miss Ladd addressed the group of Camp Fire Girls thus, speaking in low tone, of course, in order that she might not be overheard by any eavesdropper who might be in hiding in the vicinity:
“Now, we want to do this thing right. How many of you feel that you can throw a stone a considerable distance and accurately?”
Katherine, Helen, Marion and Violet held up their hands.
“How many of you would like to use catapults?” was the Guardian’s next question.