“What success?” demanded Alice, expectantly.
“None!” replied Marjorie, with a dismal smile.
“You didn’t find a farm house?”
“Yes, we did.”
“But they had no big horses?”
“Yes, they had some splendid horses.”
“Marj, tell us!” cried Florence, in exasperation. “Wouldn’t they come out and help us?”
“Yes, they would,” answered Marjorie sadly. “That’s the worst of it. They were both willing and capable of helping. But they were men!”
The girls all groaned at the mention of this restriction, which seemed to thwart them at every point. McDaniel and Cryton were unfeeling enough to laugh out loud.
“A nice place to camp—here in the mud!” remarked the latter, sarcastically. “And just sit around and wait for dry weather—”