"N-nothing," Amy answered a little sheepishly. "I thought I heard a little
rustling among the leaves, that's all."

"Probably a breeze coming up," said Betty matter-of-factly, and they went
on with their berry picking.

But it was not long before a second disturbance came, and this time they
all heard it. It was, as Amy had said, a rustling sound. However, it was
louder this time, as though several heavy bodies were pushing through the
underbrush on the other side of the road.

"Perhaps we had better go and see what is making all the noise," said Mrs.
Irving, her light tone successfully hiding an undercurrent of nervousness.
"I guess we have picked enough berries for our pudding, anyway."

The girls picked up their pails and started for the road, Betty in the
lead. But when the latter reached the outer fringe of bushes she started
back, almost treading on Mollie's toes and causing her to drop her pail in
alarm.

"It's sheep!" cried the Little Captain. "Dozens and dozens of them! Come
and look!"




Chapter XIII

The Enemy Routed