One scream from any of you will be followed by a blow with a club that
will silence you for a long time--maybe, forever. This way, please.
Everybody be quiet and sensible, and you will be well treated."
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CHAPTER XV.
A PILE OF SCRAP LUMBER.
Conditions and developments seemed to work favorably for the
mysterious trappers of the Camp Fire Girls. In the first place, when
Mrs. Stanlock returned home and found the house without an occupant,
except Kittie Koepke, who was working away very quietly in the
kitchen, it was difficult for her to suspect anything wrong.
"Where are the girls, Kittie?" she inquired, and the other replied,
with a suggestion of foreign accent:
"Oh, they just gone out for a walk. They be back soon, I guess."
"I hope they didn't go far," Mrs. Stanlock said, concernedly. "They
ought to be very careful. It will be getting dark before very long.
It's cloudy and looks like more snow. How long have they been gone?"
"About half an hour," Kittie answered. "I went out to the drug store
to get something for my toothache, and when I came back they was
gone."
This was the first reference that Mrs.
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