It was with a sigh of relief that Linda watched her captors disappear. Not that she had any hope of getting free—without gasoline—but at least she would not see those dreadful men for a few hours. Susie was not nearly so bad.
"I hope you can cook," remarked the latter, surveying her bandaged ankle.
"Oh, yes," replied Linda. "I've often camped out before."
"Then we can enjoy ourselves for a while. I'm glad to get rid of that gang.... And, Linda—how 'bout if we be friends? No use making things worse by getting mad at me."
"True," admitted Linda, though she wondered what she could possibly find in common with the other girl that might inspire friendship.
Seeing a kettle of water steaming on the oilstove, she set herself to the task of washing the dishes.
"Wish I could help," remarked Susie, in a friendly tone. "But after this there won't be so many dishes—for just the two of us."
"When do you expect them back?" inquired her prisoner.
"Tomorrow morning, probably. If they get their loot."
"Suppose they get caught?" suggested Linda.