“You might have told me that before,” she grumbled, her mouth full of berries. “You always did have a mean disposition, Mollie.” To which Mollie’s only reply was a chuckle and a sly wink at Betty, who was working close at her side. They worked on happily for a few minutes, then suddenly Amy straightened up and stood quiet as though she were listening to something. The girls, whose nerves were still a little on edge from their recent adventure, demanded to know in no uncertain tones what was the matter with her. “N-nothing,” Amy answered a little sheepishly. “I thought I heard a little rustling among the leaves, that’s all.” “Probably a breeze coming up,” said Betty matter-of-factly, and they went on with their berry picking. But it was not long before a second disturbance came, and this time they all heard it. It was, as Amy had said, a rustling sound. However, it was louder this time, as though several heavy bodies were pushing through the underbrush on the other side of the road. “Perhaps we had better go and see what is making all the noise,” said Mrs. Irving, her light tone successfully hiding an undercurrent of nervousness. “I guess we have picked enough berries for our pudding, anyway.” The girls picked up their pails and started for the road, Betty in the lead. But when the latter reached the outer fringe of bushes she started back, almost treading on Mollie’s toes and causing her to drop her pail in alarm. “It’s sheep!” cried the Little Captain. “Dozens and dozens of them! Come and look!” CHAPTER XIII. THE ENEMY ROUTED Mrs. Irving pushed forward beside Betty, and the girls stared unbelievingly over her shoulder. Then they saw that she was right. While they had been picking berries in the woods a flock of sheep had wandered down to the road from the other direction and had completely surrounded their two cars. The big-eyed, innocent looking animals were circling around and around the machines as if examining them with a sort of ovine interest and curiosity. But to the girls the sheep had a rather terrifying aspect. There were so many of them and they had so completely taken possession of their automobiles! How in the world were they ever to get back their property? “Goodness!” Grace whispered plaintively in Betty’s ear, “I expect they will try to climb into the cars next. What ever are we going to do?” “Sh,” cautioned Amy fearfully, as some of the flock, attracted by the noise in the bushes, turned their heads in the direction of it. “Suppose they should come in here?” “Well, they are not lions, you goose,” said Mollie, coming out of the trance into which surprise had thrown her. “They are only sheep, and they couldn’t hurt you if they tried.” “Not unless they stampeded,” said Betty quietly. “In that case I wouldn’t care to be in the way.” “But we can’t stay here all night,” Mollie protested impatiently. “Held up by a lot of silly old sheep,” added Grace, still more uncomfortably conscious of a growing appetite.