“No,” Virginia answered. “But--Val. Where is she?”
“She isn’t in the tent. I thought she might have stepped out here,” Phyllis said with a thoughtful frown. “But I don’t see her. I wonder where she can be?”
“Probably went for a walk,” Virginia smiled. “I suppose she was thinking of Gale. I wish it was morning,” she added uneasily.
“What do you honestly think has happened to Gale?” Phyllis asked.
“I wish I knew,” Virginia said with a sigh. “I wish I knew,” she repeated.
“Will you two chatterboxes please go to sleep?” Tom yawned from his blankets. “Regular night owls, that’s what you are.”
“We can’t sleep,” Virginia said, seating herself cross-legged on the ground beside her brother. “And there is no reason you should either,” she added mischievously.
“Go away!” her brother implored. “We have to get up at dawn.”
“Anything wrong?” Jim asked, sitting up and shaking off his blanket. “Girls all right?”
“Val has gone for a walk,” Phyllis informed him. “How long ago I don’t know.”