The loss of the
packs meant their return to town to purchase more supplies. No one
wished to do that, in the first place; and, in the second place, they
needed warm, dry bedding and dry clothing for use that night.
While Jim was in search of the missing equipment the girls went to work
and collected the scattered contents of some of the packs. Suddenly
there came a long-drawn shout from down shore.
"I've got 'em!"
"I thought so," nodded Miss Elting.
Jim came back lugging a pack soon thereafter. The water was running
from the pack, under whose weight the driver was staggering.
"Found them in the river," he explained. "Had drifted into a cove. So
heavy I couldn't carry more than one at a time. The other packs are
open and the stuff spread all over the cove. I gathered it up as well
as I could. You'll have to give me a rope to tie the things up, or
else bring them back in wads."
"In the river?" cried the girls in chorus.
"Well, I swum!" muttered Janus, pausing from his labors long enough to
consult his whiskers. "Things are moving kind of fast."
"Oh, this is nothing, nothing at all," laughed Crazy Jane.
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