The Girl Scouts at Camp Comalong Part 27

But the spell was broken. They were awake, those insatiable girls, and ready even now to talk to their visitor.

Grace "whispered," but the sibilant swish of sounds seemed more resonant than an outspoken address might have.

"Don't wake Aunt Carrie," she warned, although _she_ was the alarm clock going off at that very moment.

"Don't wake Mackey," giggled Louise, after Mackey had thrown a leaky pine needle pillow at her head.

"And just look at Izzy," begged Cleo. "She's soundproof--like our music room at school."

"Go on, Peg. Tell us about it," implored Julia. "I dreamed of you and your shotgun all night."

"I didn't have a shotgun, that was Auntie," replied Peg. "Mine was a real up-to-date revolver."

"Oh, do tell us!" begged Helen, sitting up and shaking her spaniel-like mop of hair. It was bobbed, and curly, and altogether very pretty.

"Did you shoot through the door, or was it through the window?"

mumbled Cleo, determined to have some shooting in the landscape.

Peg laughed merrily. Then she stretched without warning Corene, and the effect was accidental. When both girls got up from the floor, one from either side of the extension bed, and when it was finally conceded that everyone was awake and therefore the water-fall whispering was no longer necessary, "conversation was resumed,"

according to Grace.

"And we never could have induced you to come, Peg, if something didn't happen. Yet, from the first we all planned 'to get you,'" she finished, a tragic note taking care of that final ominous phrase.

"I wanted to come more than you could possibly have wanted me to do so," said Peg, a trifle seriously. "But you have no idea what a complicated thing it is for a girl to try to do anything really worth while."

"Oh, yes--we--have!" drawled Julia. "You should see me try to make a fire to cook breakfast on damp mornings."

"Not that kind of thing, Julia," warned Grace, fearful that Peg would be diverted from her story.

"And did men really try to break in your cottage?" asked Helen, sensation seething.

"It's rather a long story," admitted Peg.

"Go on and tell," begged Louise. "I don't think there is anything so comfy and cozy as story telling in bed," and she gave the blankets a premonitory swish that sent a pair of sneaks flying at her neighbor's head.

"Of course, we don't want to intrude--that is, we don't want to appear curious about your private business," apologized Cleo, with a painful attempt at politeness.

"I am just too glad to tell someone," replied Peg. "If you could ever know what it has been to be misjudged by everybody: to have people taunting you and to hear all sorts of foolish things said about you----"

"But people up here admire you--very much," insisted Grace. "Old Pete, the boatman, told us how you rescued the man from the ice last winter."

"Oh, that," replied Peg. "He wasn't really unconscious, and I had help to get him on Whirlwind. But you know how fine men are. They are generous and good-natured. Not like----"

"Say it, Peg! Not like girls! That is what you are thinking and I just agree with you," spoke up Julia. "We saw how contemptible those flashy girls were from the very beginning."

"Because they are the daughters of this man who has been claiming father's rights," replied Peg.

Miss Mackin and Aunt Carrie were now talking in an undertone over in their end of the tent, so that the girls were quite free to carry on this disjointed conversation.

"And what happened yesterday after you left the hike picnic?" asked Cleo.

"When I got back to the cottage there was Leonore Fairbanks trying to make friends with s.h.a.g. If she could have gotten in the cottage, you see, she hoped to find the drawing and plans for the invention,"

explained Peg. "Then parts of the machine also are hidden in our house, and if she could have obtained any single part of that machine the men might have been able to guess at its principle."

"Oh, that was why you kept folks away from your house, was it?" asked Grace.

"Yes. Daddy charged me to protect all that work of his until I could turn it over to his brother, my Uncle Edward. He has been abroad and I expect to hear any day that his steamer is in New York. What a relief that will be," she sighed.

"What steamer is he on?" inquired Julia.

"The Tourlander. He was in Egypt when daddy died and could not come until he finished his business there."

"The Tourlander is the very steamer my Aunt Marie is on," said Julia, "and it was sighted yesterday. Daddy had a message; mother told me about it when we went for the mail."

"Sighted! Oh, Aunt Carrie, did you hear? The Tourlander is coming in!

It has been sighted!" Peg exclaimed gleefully.

"Really, my dear!" and that message had an electrical effect on Miss Ramsdell. "If Uncle Edward is coming in we must be stirring. How strange it all seems? That I should sleep in a tent again! I have always loved camping, and since Peggie's mother died we spent quite a lot of time traveling about. You see," she explained to everyone, "my brother was a geologist, and at one time was employed by the government to sample ores. That was how he came to be interested in these hills. He insisted there were valuable zinc veins up here. Come, Peggie dear, I feel so anxious now. Won't it be splendid if your Uncle Edward comes just now when things seem to be so critical?"

"We need him, Auntie mine," replied the girl, who was partially succeeding in freeing herself from the girls who vainly tried to hold her for a fuller story.

"I'll tell it all to you, every single bit," she promised. "But we really must hurry back to the log cabin. Suppose we have been bombarded during the night? Then, what would we do for a house and home?"

"Oh, we haven't told you we are going to give up camp," exclaimed Grace. "We really haven't had a chance to tell you anything, Peg."

"Not when you insisted that I do all the talking," replied the other.

"But why are you going to desert camp?"

"In the interest of humanity," said Julia, solemnly. "We are going to give it to some children who need it more than we do."

"Am I included?" asked Peg. She was almost dressed, and some of the girls were hurrying to be ready before she left for the hills.

"You simply can't go without breakfast," insisted Miss Mackin. "We will have coffee ready in less than no time----"

"But here is s.h.a.g, back," interrupted Peg. "What is it, boy? What's going on up there?"

He wagged his tail and "smiled" and flipped his ears. The big collie tried to lead his young mistress to the outdoors, at least he moved that way himself and gave Peg a most appealing look from his big, soft, brown eyes.

"We're coming," Peg answered him. "Girls, it is perfectly delightful for us to be at camp and I have been envying you this joy all summer, but if you will excuse us, we are so anxious to get back to our abandoned home----"

"Are you going to leave your valuables in our safe?" asked Louise.

"I would like to--if it wouldn't worry you too much----"

"Not the least bit. In fact if you leave them we will feel sure of another call, and that's a big consideration," declared Corene.

Peg laughed lightly. It was full bright daylight now, and the odor of dewy softness, the breath of things green, permeated camp and grounds surrounding.