"Here they are " "Not really " "It is, I tell you " "Jubilate You're right, old sport Scooterons-nous this very sec Quick Hurry Stir your old bones, can't you?" The two girls, who had been standing in the ruined watch-tower that spanned the gateway, tore down the broken corkscrew staircase at a speed calculated to imperil their necks seriously, and reached the bottom at the identical moment that a motor char-a-banc rounded the corner and drew up in front of the entrance. Sixteen jolly faces were grinning under sixteen school hats, and at least a dozen excited voices were pouring forth a perfect babel of exclamations."