"Margery, you and Hazel set the table. If you can't find a dry
blanket, simply clear away a place on the ground. We shan't be so
particular about our table this evening."
"What about it? Do we stay here all night, or are we to go on?" asked
the guide.
"I think we had better make camp for the night," decided Miss Elting.
"I reckon it would be a good idea. I'll make a line and dry out the
stuff. It's pretty wet," decided the guide.
Janus drove some stakes that he had cut down. Then, stringing a rope
between them, the two proceeded to hang up the wet bedding, which
consisted solely of soft, gray army blankets. He took the wet clothing
of the girls from the packs, hanging this on the line also, and a few
moments later the blankets and the garments were steaming. So was the
coffee pot. Bacon was the only other food put over for cooking. The
travelers were too hungry to care to wait long for their supper.
It was not long after Harriet and Jane had begun cooking the bacon
before they sounded the supper call. No one was late for supper that
night, and each sat down tired and travel-stained, but there was not a
word of complaint from either men or girls.
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