Part 2 (1/2)
”I am just as keen on boys as any of you,” she admitted, ”but for a real motor girl tour it is apparent that boys will have to be tabooed.”
Bess grunted, Belle sighed, Cecilia bit her tongue, Ray raised her eyebrows, Hazel made a ”minute” of the report.
”And silence ensued,” commented Cecilia, reaching back of Maud and securing a dainty morsel from the lunch-box of the latter.
”Water?” called Bess.
”Yes,” chimed in Cecilia, ”go and fetch some.”
”The spring is away down the other side of the hill,” objected Bess.
”You need the exercise,” declared Cecilia.
”Clip, you go fetch some,” suggested Cora, ”and I'll give you half my pie.”
Without another word Clip was on her feet, had upset Daisy's improvised table of sticks and paper napkins in her haste to secure the water bottle, and was now running over the hill toward the spring.
Presently she stopped as if listening to something. Then she turned and hurried back to the party on the gra.s.s. Her face was white with alarm.
”Oh!” she gasped. ”I heard the awfullest groans! Some one must be either dying for a drink, or dying from a drink. The groans were wet!”
Cora jumped up, as did some of the others.
”Come on,” said Cora. ”I'm not afraid. Some one may need help.”
”Oh, they do--I am sure,” panted Cecilia. ”All kinds of help, I should say. The moans were chromatic.”
”Listen!” commanded Cora, as the sounds came over the hill. Low, then fierce growls and groans, tapering down to grunts and exclamation marks sounded through the grove.
”Oh!” screamed Belle.
”What can it be?” exclaimed Daisy.
”Almost anything,” suggested Cora. ”But we had best be specific,” and she started in the direction of the mysterious sounds.
Cecilia followed, as did Bess, while the others held off in evident fear.
Although it was high noon, in the grove the heavy spruce and cedar trees darkened the place, and the farther the girls penetrated into the depths of the wood, the deeper did the shadows close in around them.
Cora picked up a stout stick as she advanced.
”Get me one,” begged Cecilia. ”We may encounter a bear.”
”Human?” asked Cora with a laugh.
”Preferably,” answered Cecilia, keeping very close to Cora.
The noises had ceased. The girls halted, waiting for a sound to give them the clue of direction.