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"My, how lovely!" exclaimed Grace.
"Yes, if we could only enjoy it," demurred Madaline.
"Grace! What's that? Over under that thick tree!"
"A man! Let's run!"
"And there is a big bag beside him," whispered Grace. "See the
things sticking out of it!"
"No, I don't want to see anything. Run, I tell you!"
"Wait! Maybe I could make this my bravery act. Suppose I tie him
with my strong rope?"
"Grace Philow! Are you crazy?" and the more frightened girl
attempted to drag the other away. "Please--don't speak loud. If he
wakes I shall die."
"No, don't you dare! Just keep still. I am going to see if I can
tie up one town tramp. There are plenty loose, and this is my
golden opportunity!"
CHAPTER III
A NOBLE DEED UNDONE
"Now Grace! If you attempt to go near that dreadful man I shall
scream and wake him up," threatened Madaline, in real alarm.
"No, you won't either. You would be afraid to. Hush, keep still. I
want to see if I can lasso his old bag. Wouldn't it be fine if I
could rescue Mrs. Johnston's washing? You know it was stolen off
her line two nights ago." With this the daring girl stole up more
closely to the sleeping figure.
The quiet lull of the flowing river, as it fell over a little
cascade, was acting as a potential lullaby to the wayfarer at the
foot of the tree. His figure was grotesque, but at the distance
the girls were viewing him from it was not possible to discern
more than a figure--it might be that of almost any sort of a man,
for all they could tell.
Grace untied her nice clean coil of rope, while Madaline besought
her in every kind of cabalistic sign she could summon to her aid,
to desist in her reckless intention of tieing the man to the tree.
But the temptation was evidently too much for the frolicsome
Grace, for as Madaline cast a wild eye over her shoulder in her
flight from the spot, she could just see Grace, tip-toeing up to
that figure.
A few seconds later came a stifled cry!
"Wait, oh, Madie, wait!" called Grace, and, stopping in the briar
path, Madaline glimpsed the imperturbable Grace, making her way
through the thicket and dragging something heavy behind her!
"Mercy me!"' exclaimed Madaline. "What can she be tugging along!"
"Wait, help me!" now called Grace in a bolder voice.
"No, I will not! Grace Philow, are you crazy?" gasped Madaline.
"Crazy, not at all," sang out Grace in a laughing voice. "I've got
it!"
"Got what?" Madaline cried anxiously.
"Mrs. Johnston's wash!"
"Oh, Grace, you will get us both arrested."
"For recovering stolen property! You have a fine sense of scout
laws," Grace retorted. "If you don't help me get out of the briars
I shall report you to the captain--if we ever find her," and
another laugh grated on the frightened ears of Madaline.
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