"Hurry up now!" exclaimed Hal as he went on ahead up the path that led
from behind the tents to the queer cave. "We want to get there before
anybody knows it."
"What'll we do if the tramps are there?" asked Ted.
"They won't be there," said Hal, though how he could tell that he did
not say.
"I've got a little hatchet and we can cut down some clubs," said Ted.
He had brought with him a little Boy Scout hatchet, with a covering
over the sharp blade. His grandfather had given it to Ted, but had
told him never to take it out alone. But Ted did, and this was another
wrong thing.
I'm afraid if I speak of all the wrong things the Curlytops did that
day I'd never finish with this story. But it wasn't often they did so
many acts they ought not to have done.
On they hurried through the woods, the boys hurrying ahead of Janet.
She did her best to keep up with them, but her legs were shorter than
Ted's or Hal's and it was hard work for the little girl.
"Oh, wait for me!" she called at last. "I'm awful tired."
"Hurry up!" begged Ted. "We want to get the blue stones before the
tramps take 'em away!"
"Are they going to?" asked Janet, sitting down on a stone to rest,
after she had caught up to the boys.
"Well, they might," answered Hal. "We've got to hurry."
They went on again, walking a little more slowly this time, and when
they came to a muddy puddle in the middle of the woodland path, Ted
tried to jump over it.
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