“Two’s a company—three’s a crowd!” teased Alice. “I should think you’d know that by this time, Ethel!”
Marjorie flushed angrily, but hid her embarrassment with a smile.
“I went by myself,” she said, calmly. “And Kirk came down later, and happened to find me there. It was a good thing for us all, too, that he did, because I didn’t catch a single fish till he came!”
“And what magic does he use?” asked Alice, sarcastically.
“Oh, Kirk and Pop Welsh are the best fishermen on the ranch!” put in Bob. “I know that from experience. It’s handy to have people like them on a pack trip.”
“Well,” said Marjorie, returning to Ethel’s previous question, “I certainly did want to waken somebody to go with me, but you all seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, I just didn’t have the heart. So I went alone.”
“And did you all sleep well last night?” asked Mrs. Hilton. “Was everybody warm enough?”
“Yes, indeed!” cried several of the girls promptly.
“And how soon are we off?” asked Marjorie. She was always anxious to be on the go.
“Just as soon as the tents are down,” replied Bob, “and the horses packed. Probably in an hour or two.”