“Suddenly we spied a big rock, hanging over a hollow in the ground. At least, we decided, this would protect us on one side, and we know there was no use of wandering about wildly in the rain. So we got off our horses and tied them to the only tree in sight. Then we went under our rock.”
“And it was a real good shelter, too,” put in Daisy. “The rain seemed to be coming the other direction, and we were quite dry.”
“We must have sat there for half an hour, when as you remember, the storm began to abate a little. Then we resolved to go out again. But we had ridden for only about fifteen minutes when it began again, harder than ever. And we couldn’t find our rock!”
“Je-rusalem!” exclaimed Bob. “That was tough!”
“Well, we just about despaired,” said Marjorie. “Then we thought if we could get higher up, maybe we could see where we were. So we made for this spot. Imagine our joy when we found this cabin!”
“And our greater joy in finding you two!” added Daisy. “Now tell us how you happened to be here.”
Briefly the young men related their adventures, stating, of course, that they—the two girls—were the object of their search.
“And now what to do?” asked Bob.
Kirk thought seriously for a moment; then he came forth with a plan.
“Let’s have supper now, and then Bob can ride right back to the camp, and tell them the good news. It would be too late for you girls to go, after your hard day, and besides, it may rain. So we’ll stay here—you girls can have the cabin, and I’ll sleep somewhere near outside. Then tomorrow we’ll start early for camp.”