"We could tell her----" A stick snapped behind them.

Both turned at the same instant.

Joanne stood facing them not ten feet away.
"Great Scott!" gasped Aldous.

"Joanne, I thought you were in the tent!" The beautiful calmness in Joanne's face amazed him.

He stared at her as he spoke, forgetting altogether the manner in which he had intended to greet her when she came from the tent.
"I went out the back way--lifted the canvas and crawled under just like a boy," she explained.