"Maybe I overdid it," he said.

"But I thought you'd have a momentary start, you know, enough to make you yell, and then you'd see through it.

I only had a sheepskin over my shoulders as I crawled on hands and knees." "Glenn, for me you were a prehistoric monster--a dinosaur, or something," replied Carley.
It developed, upon their return to the campfire circle, that everybody had been in the joke; and they all derived hearty enjoyment from it.
"Reckon that makes you one of us," said Hutter, genially.

"We've all had our scares." Carley wondered if she were not so constituted that such trickery alienated her.

Deep in her heart she resented being made to show her cowardice.