"We cannot afford to
miss opportunities that might solve this mystery. I wish you and the
driver would make a start," she urged.
"All right. Where's the lantern?" demanded Janus.
"It went down with the bridge," Harriet informed him. "We have
another, a smaller one, but I hardly think it will be of much use for
our purpose. I'll tell you what. Why not use some of the dry pitch
pine roots that you gathered?" suggested Harriet. "They are ready to
burn and will make excellent torches. We have plenty of kindling wood
without them."
"An excellent idea," approved the guardian.
Janus glanced at Jim and nodded. "I told you so," chuckled the guide.
"I knew she could suggest something."
Janus gathered up some roots, whittling one end of each stick into a
sunflower-like bunch of shavings. These ends he lighted, whereat the
torches flared up into flickering, smoking flames. The guide led the
way, followed by the entire Meadow-Brook party, Margery Brown having
become so interested as to forget her troubles for the moment, though
the lump on her head was still large and painful.
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