"Let's not fight about it," said Betty, when she could make herself heard.
"We don't care whether Amy snored or not. What we want to know is this:
Who is coming with us for a look at the falls?"

"Now you're talking, Little Captain," said Mollie approvingly. "All in
favor please say Aye." Amy still showed some inclination to hold back,
but Mollie and Betty each took an arm and hurried her willy-nilly with
them into the woods.

"You had better take the lead, Mollie," Betty suggested after they had
gone some little distance along the path. "I can manage Amy alone now, I
guess. She seems pretty well tamed."

"Tamed, but scared to death," Amy came back, with a wry smile. "Really,
Betty," she turned to look at the Little Captain closely, "aren't you the
least little bit nervous about what happened last night?"

"No, I don't think I am now," said Betty, adding candidly, "I must say I
was last night though--just frightened to death. It seemed so awfully
uncanny--coming upon that thing in the dark after what we had gone through
with that bandit. But then," she added more lightly, "everything seems so
much worse in the dark, you know."

"Yes," said Amy slowly and looking very serious. "That all may be very
true. But I think that as long as we are sure we didn't dream it last
night and that the skulking thing really dodged out from the corner of our
porch that we ought to be on our guard against it. And how," she finished
most reasonably, "can we be on our guard in the woods?"