“We’ve wired for them to meet Craig,” Quest said. “I only hope they don’t let him slip through their fingers. I haven’t much faith in his promise to turn up at the Professor’s. Let’s see what Laura and French have to say.”
“Can’t see any sense in staying on here any longer,” was French’s immediate decision, “so long as you two invalids feel that you can stand the journey. Besides, we’re using up these fellows’ hospitality.”
“We’ll get everything in order to-night,” Laura decided, “and start first thing to-morrow.”
They busied themselves for the next hour or two in making preparations. After their evening meal, the two men walked with Lenora and Laura to their tent.
“I think you girls had better go to bed,” Quest suggested. “Try and get a long night’s sleep.”
“That’s all very well,” French remarked, “but it’s only eight o’clock. What about a stroll, Miss Laura, just up to the ridge?”
Laura hesitated for a moment and glanced towards Lenora.
“Please go,” the latter begged. “I really don’t feel like going to sleep just yet.”
“I’ll look after Lenora,” Quest promised. “You have your walk. There’s the Professor sitting outside his tent. Wouldn’t you like to take him with you?”
Laura glanced indignantly at him as they strolled out, and Lenora laughed softly.