Publisher's Synopsis
Ruth Fielding's clear voice asked the question of her chum, Helen Cameron, and her chum's twin-brother, Tom. She turned from the barberry bush she had just cleared of fruit and, standing on the high bank by the roadside, gazed across the rolling fields to the Lumano River. -What people?- asked Helen, turning deliberately in the automobile seat to look in the direction indicated by Ruth. -Where? People?- joined in Tom, who was tinkering with the mechanism of the automobile and had a smudge of grease across his face. -Right over the fields yonder, - Ruth explained, carefully balancing the pail of berries. -Can't you see them, Helen?- -No-o, - confessed her chum, who was not looking at all where Ruth pointed. -Where are your eyes?- Ruth cried sharply. -Nell is too lazy to stand up and look, - laughed Tom. -I see them. Why! there's quite a bunch-and they're running.- -Where? Where?- Helen now demanded, rising to look. -Oh, goosy!- laughed Ruth, in some vexation. -Right ahead. Surely you can see them now?- -Oh, - drawled Tom, -sis wouldn't see a meteor if it fell into her lap.
