I'll admit that I was scared.

So were all the rest of our crowd.

I guess, Hen, you really were the only brave one in the cabin when the blood curdling noises broke loose on us and spoiled our night's sleep." "Well, I wasn't scared, was I ?" challenged Dutcher.
Hen's eye roved until it rested on Dick's face.
"I don't know whether you were, or not," Prescott replied soberly.

"I had too much of my own alarm on hand to notice just how you were acting." "Well, I wasn't scared," Hen asserted vehemently.

"And I'd like to see any one dare to say that I was." "How did you come to get invited with Dick's crowd, anyway ?" asked Hoof Sadby.
"I wasn't--just exactly--invited," hesitated Hen Dutcher.