The Meadow-Brook Girls Afloat Part 20

"Please do be quiet, Tommy. We want to hear about the Tramp Club and what we are to do to outwit them," said Miss Elting. "Did they bring their tent with them, Harriet?"

"Yes. At least they have a small tent. I don't believe they have moved their permanent camp, but they are here in force, that is certain. Now, I'll tell you about the surprise I propose to give them."

Harriet explained briefly. At first the girls were not in favor of it, but after she had gone into further details they grew enthusiastic.

"You certainly do love to work, don't you, Harriet Burrell?" said Miss Elting with a laugh. "But it is good for you. I like to see you all active. One is likely to grow lazy on a houseboat."

"Not on thith houtheboat," complained Tommy. "It keepeth me tired out all the time watching other folkth work. My boneth ache all night long, I am tho tired. When I get home I'll thleep for a month to make up for lotht time."

"Had we better start now, Harriet?" asked the guardian.

"Oh, mercy, no; The boys are up yet and perhaps out on the lake. I propose that we go to bed, setting our alarm clock for two o'clock in the morning."

"Help, help!" moaned Margery. "You'll be the death of me."

"Thave me!" murmured Tommy.

CHAPTER XIII

AN EARLY MORNING SURPRISE

Half an hour after Harriet had outlined her scheme to surprise their friends, the girls were in bed. They were tired, as usual, and went promptly to sleep.

In the meantime the Tramp Club boys had been busy making camp. They built up a campfire, and, before going to bed, cooked some fish that had been caught by one of their number that day.

"I don't believe the Meadow-Brook Girls are in these parts at all,"

declared Larry Goheen.

"It's a lark coming over here for a night's camping out, anyway,"

answered Billy Gordon, "It is like being real Indians."

"We aren't Indians," answered George, "It is those girls who are the Indians. I'd just like to see any other girls in the state of New Hamps.h.i.+re make the hike they did that last day we were on the trail.

They may be twenty miles from here by this time. If we don't find them to-morrow I, for one, shall be in favor of making a trip around the lake in the launch. We can pretend that we had to go on an errand, or for some fis.h.i.+ng bait or something of the sort. We mustn't let them know we have been looking for them."

It was after midnight when the boys turned in. They, too, went sound asleep directly they rolled up in their blankets in their little tent.

Two hours later while the Tramp Club were oblivious to sound and time, the alarm clock on the "Red Rover" went off with a thrilling whirr. The girls sprang from their cots, Margery and Tommy protesting over being awakened at that unseemly hour, as they characterized it. Harriet lighted the oil stove and put the kettle on. The others went out to the deck to wash their faces. Harriet, having finished her labors for the time being, followed them.

The air was chill at that hour. The girls were s.h.i.+vering, Tommy's teeth, chattered. She stammered as well as lisped when she essayed to speak now.

"One more night like this, and Tommy won't be able to talk at all,"

chuckled Jane.

"My kingdom for another such a night, then!" returned Margery fervently.

"Buthter ith too fat to feel the cold," observed Tommy Thompson. She loved to tease Margery, and to mention her weight always annoyed Buster.

Margery was unable to think of anything sufficiently irritating to fit that particular case, so she tossed her head and remained silent, while Tommy's twinkling eyes were fixed upon her.

By the time they had washed and dressed the tea kettle was singing merrily. It was a welcome sound and made the girls feel almost warm.

Miss Elting, being first dressed, made the coffee. Harriet set out some biscuits, together with the milk and sugar.

"Now, I think we are ready," she announced.

After drinking the hot coffee the girls felt themselves equal to almost any task. The fire was put out and the light in the cabin extinguished, then Harriet and Jane stepped noiselessly into the rowboat after fastening the tow line to the scow.

"All aboard," called Harriet softly.

The "Red Rover" moved to the sound of m.u.f.fled splashes; then a few moments later silence settled over the secret channel.

It was early on the following morning that Captain George Baker opened his eyes sleepily. He yawned, blinked and sat up.

"I guess I'll take an early morning plunge," he decided. "I won't wake up all day if I don't." Donning his bathing suit he stumbled out to the lake and permitted himself to fall in. The captain splashed and paddled about in the cool water for a quarter of an hour. His companions were still sleeping. George did not awaken them, preferring to take a solitary swim and rub down before calling them out.

At last the captain of the Tramp Club emerged dripping from the water and ran quickly for the tent. A few minutes later he appeared dressed for the day. Walking down to the sh.o.r.e of the lake he gazed across the water then uttered a sudden yell and began dancing up and down.

"Come out, fellows! Come out!" he howled, "Look! Look!"

Larry Goheen, Billy Gordon and the others came tumbling out, rubbing their eyes and blinking sleepily.

"What's the row?" cried Billy.

"Mean shame to play pranks on a fellow when he's dead for sleep,"

growled Sam.

"Now, what did you do it for?" demanded Larry. "Explain, or in the lake you go!"

"I've already been in the lake. I'm dressed for the day. But open your eyes. You are the sleepiest lot of fellows I ever saw. Why, a baby could stalk you and you'd never hear it say 'goo.' Come, don't you sleepy-heads see anything that interests you?"

Instead of looking out over the lake they were looking at George.

"Wait, I'll draw a map of the scene and write a directory to the map.

Even then you'd need a private tutor to explain it to you. Look over there? Do you see anything? Wait, I'll get the telescope."

Following the direction indicated by Captain George's upraised arm the boys gazed and as they gazed their eyes grew wide with wonder. Then suddenly an ear-splitting yell rose from the lips of the Tramp Club.

"It's the 'Red Rover'!" shouted Sam.

"We've found them at last, the tramps!" cried Larry Goheen, his shock of fiery red hair fairly standing on end.

"We've found them?" scoffed George. "Guess again, Reddy. You mean they have found themselves for us."

"Well, what do you know about that?" wondered Billy. "Where in the world did they come from?"