The night was dark and many obstacles in the shape of rocks and
fallen trees and stumps were found in their path, and the guide's call
that they had arrived was the most welcome information the girls had
received in all that eventful day's journey.
"Here, Jim, unload these packs while I gather the wood for a fire, so
that we can see what we are doing."
"Fire!" scoffed Jim. "Little fire you will see to-night, unless you
have some matches. I haven't any. It was a bad job when I took this
contract."
"Never mind expressing opinions. I'm responsible for making a fire,
and nobody is responsible for what's happened to us on the way out
here. It is just one of those unforeseen disturbances that come to the
best regulated families," said Janus testily.
"I think I can find some wood for the fire," suggested Harriet. "I
just stumbled over a dry stick. Here it is. Is there any birch bark
here, Mr. Grubb?"
"No, but I'll fire some leaves. I've got plenty of matches," he
confided to Harriet. "I didn't tell Jim. It isn't necessary for these
fellows to know too much, you know.
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