"He won't eat us," returned Ruth.
"No. They don't often. Only cannibals, and they are not prevalent in this locality," giggled Helen. "But if it is a man——"
"Then we'll turn around and go back," said Ruth, coolly. "I haven't come out here to get acquainted with any male person."
"Bluie! Suppose he's a real nice boy?"
"There's no such an animal," laughed Ruth. "That is, not around here at the present moment."
"Oh yes. I see," Helen rejoined drily. "The nearest nice one is at the Seven Oaks Military Academy."
"So you say," Ruth said demurely. "But if it were Tom?"
"Dear old Tom and some of his chums!" cried Helen. "Wouldn't it be great? This Adamless Eden is rather palling on me, Chum. The other girls have visitors, but our friends are too far away."
"Hush!" advised Ruth. "Whoever it is up there will hear you."
Helen was evidently not at all enamored of this adventure. She lagged behind a little. Yet she would not allow Ruth to go on alone to interview the mysterious camper.