"Thomebody hath found it!" cried Tommy, shooting a quick glance of
inquiry at Harriet Burrell. The latter flushed, then burst out
laughing after a look toward the miniature forest of spindling pines.
"I hope they have. But I may tell you, my dear Tommy, that they
haven't found either the trail or my buried treasure."
"You must know pretty well where it is," said Miss Elting, eyeing
Harriet steadily for a few seconds. "Come, we must not delay answering
that summons."
They did not delay. The Meadow-Brook Girls responded promptly, making
a run for it in good order.
"There's a motor car," shouted Jane, when they came in sight of the
camp. "O darlin's, maybe it is a new car Daddy has sent down for me to
take the place of the one that is drowned."
Jane leaped on ahead of her companions, intent upon reaching the camp.
Harriet sprinted up beside her, almost as much excited as was Crazy
Jane herself.
The two girls easily outdistanced their companions in a very few
moments. It was a race between them to see who should first reach the
camp. Harriet fell behind slightly as her quick eyes made out a figure
sitting in front of the Chief Guardian's tent. The figure was that of
a man and he was conversing with Mrs.
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