For pillows
inflated rubber bags were used. No one complained of the hardness of
their beds, the little company was too sleepy. Silence soon settled
over the camp, and the Meadow-Brook Girls slept peacefully.
Two hours had elapsed when they were awakened by a commotion somewhere
outside. The shrill neighs of the horses sounded the first alarm,
followed by what seemed to be a fall, a whinny, then the rapid beating
of hoofs.
Harriet struggled to get out of her blanket, in which she had wound
herself tightly. The tent was in darkness. She decided that the
campfire had gone out. For a moment she had to think hard to recall
where she was. Before she had untangled herself, the others of the
party were struggling to free themselves from their blankets.
"What is it?" cried Margery in terror.
"Stay where you are! I don't know. Something is wrong out there,"
answered Harriet, hurriedly pulling on her skirt. "Dress yourselves.
We don't know what--oh, look out!"
Something struck the tent a terrific blow, followed by a series of
snorts and squeals. The tent began to waver.
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