Do you know of a good place
to make camp for a little while?"
"Back about a quarter of a mile is a grove. There's a creek running
through it. That will be a good camping place."
"Please have the driver assist you in getting the equipment there.
Don't lose any time. Harriet, are you cold?"
Harriet shook her head. "I'm going to help carry the stuff to our
camp. Then I shall be sure of keeping warm. Come on, girls. Where
are the bedding packs?"
"Down there by the tree, Miss," replied Jim.
Harriet ran to the tree. "I don't find them," she called a moment
later.
Jim harried to her. He was mystified to discover that the packs were
not where he had left them.
"You didn't throw them in the river, did you, Jim?" questioned Harriet.
He declared vehemently that he had not; that he had placed them well
back from the water, and that they could not possibly have rolled into
the river. Jim announced that he was going down the shore to look for
them, just the same. This he did, starting away at a trot.
Wonderingly, and somewhat disturbed, for the bedding and the clothing
packs contained articles that could not be done without, the girls
instituted a search of their own, but found nothing.
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