The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills - The Missing Pilot of the White Mountains by Janet Aldridge
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there came a long-drawn shout from down shore.
"I've got 'em!" "I thought so," nodded Miss Elting. Jim came back lugging a pack soon thereafter. The water was running from the pack, under whose weight the driver was staggering. "Found them in the river," he explained. "Had drifted into a cove. So heavy I couldn't carry more than one at a time. The other packs are open and the stuff spread all over the cove. I gathered it up as well as I could. You'll have to give me a rope to tie the things up, or else bring them back in wads." "In the river?" cried the girls in chorus. "Well, I swum!" muttered Janus, pausing from his labors long enough to consult his whiskers. "Things are moving kind of fast." "Oh, this is nothing, nothing at all," laughed Crazy Jane. "You will think things are moving after you have been out with the Meadow-Brook Girls for a time. Things always do move when we are around. Look out that they don't move so fast as to sweep you with them. My! but this is a heavy pack." The girls had taken the wet pack from Jim and were dragging it up the bluff. Janus tied this and two other packs on the back of one horse, then began making ready for doing the game with the other animal. By the time he was ready, Jim had returned with still another wet bundle |
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