This was along toward supper time and the burros were in sight and the sun was going down.
“The nearest ranch is Littell’s,” explained Min Peters. “And it’s most thirty mile ahead. We couldn’t make it.”
“Of course it will be fun to camp out, Rebecca,” declared Ruth cheerfully. “Wait and see.”
“I’m likely to know more about it by morning,” admitted Rebecca. “I only hope the experience will not be too awful.”
Ruth and her chum, as well as Jennie and Tom, laughed at the girl. They expected nothing unusual to happen. However——
CHAPTER X—THE STAMPEDE
Their guide was fully as capable as a man, and proved it when it came to making camp. Her selection of the camping site could not have been bettered; she wielded an axe as well as a man in cutting brush for bedding and wood for the fires.
As soon as Pedro and the burros arrived, Min proceeded to get supper for the party with a skill and celerity that reminded him, so Tom said, of one of those jugglers in vaudeville that keep half a dozen articles in the air at a time.
Min broiled bacon, made coffee, mixed and baked biscuits on a board before the coals, and finally made the popular flapjacks in unending number—and attended to all these things without assistance.
“Pop can beat me at flapjacks. Them’s his long suit,” declared the girl guide. “Wait till you see him toss ’em—a pan in each hand.”