The girls were glad of their former experience in following a trail, and succeeded in discovering all the signs and keeping on the path indicated. Once or twice they found little notes of direction; but aside from these, the signals were identical with those Miss Phillips had taught them.
Part of the way, David walked with Ethel. “Isn’t Miss Wilkinson a scout yet?” he asked.
“No,” replied Ethel; “she lost out again!”
“Somebody’s going to be disappointed,” remarked David, beginning to whistle.
“Somebody else I know never gets left when there’s a girl around!” exclaimed a voice behind them, which David identified as Russell’s without looking around.
In a few minutes, the party came in sight of the cabin. Before they could distinguish it from the trees that surrounded it, they saw two red and white flags sending a message of “Welcome Girl Scouts!”
“Hadley’s on the job, as usual,” muttered Russell, as the girls who knew the code interpreted the message to the others.
The cabin was built of logs, and surrounded by tall trees. The brush had been cleared away, leaving an open space in front large enough for the scouts to build an oven, and to arrange an out-door eating place. The spring ran below the cabin.
The other boys who had visited Miss Allen’s came forward and greeted the girls, and introduced the rest of the scouts and Mr. Remington, the Scoutmaster. Several of the boys conducted their guests to the inside of the cabin, where they removed their heavier wraps.
The interior of the cabin, which had a stone fireplace and a wooden floor, was fixed up attractively with box furniture made by the boys themselves. Several shelves in one corner held the supplies.