" The
Irish girl stooped, then held up a tin can. Harriet uttered a little
exclamation and reached for it. "But it's empty," chuckled Jane.
"Oh, fudge! Some one has thrown it over. Other picnic parties have
been up here. Besides, this is not one of our cans. But that doesn't
mean we shan't find any of our own. Look hard, Jane."
"I'm looking hard, so hard that my eyes ache," replied Jane dryly. An
instant later she cried out, "Will you look at that?"
Harriet was at her side in a couple of seconds from the uttering of
that cry. Then she, too, raised her voice in a shout that called her
companions from the hut. Miss Elting came out carrying the lamp.
Janus took it from her, and, standing on the very edge in the full
light of the campfire, held the lamp above his head and peered down.
"What is it?" cried the guardian.
"We have found our canned stuff and a whole lot of our equipment,"
answered Harriet triumphantly.
"Hooee-e-e-e!" shouted the Meadow-Brook Girls in great glee.
"Wait! I'll be down there to help you gather it up," Janus called down
to them.
"Get the packs, girls," ordered Miss Elting.
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