“We’ll make it a game,” said Miss Phillips, when all the girls were out of their canoes, “to see who can find the most traces of civilization.”
The girls discovered a little path leading towards the centre of the island, and followed it. After about two minutes’ walk they found themselves in a clearing, and Ruth discovered the remains of a fire.
“This is the camping spot, anyway,” said the captain; “so now suppose we go back for our supplies.”
In a short time they were again started upon their tour of exploration. But there were no more paths, and the thickness of the undergrowth retarded their progress. A few birds fluttered at their approach, and Marjorie found the remains of a dead snake, but otherwise their expedition was uneventful.
“Not much excitement here,” remarked Ruth, as they returned to their camping spot, somewhat disappointed.
“No, but it’s a lovely place to be,” put in Marjorie. “Why do you always want excitement, Ruth?”
“Oh, I can’t stand anything slow!” she replied.
“Then see that you don’t cause any more delays,” said Miss Phillips, rather sharply. She had not forgiven Ruth for what she still considered a premeditated mistake in losing the way.
Ruth said nothing, but closed her lips tightly. She was very angry with Miss Phillips, and wished that she might do something to annoy her. She decided to think up a plan of action.
“If you put the tents up quickly,” said the captain, “there ought to be time for a swim before supper. How about it, Frieda?”