"Good gracious, what is it?" cried Rector.
"That is our light," answered the guide.
"But I don't understand."
"I will explain to you later. I'll warrant Master Tad understands."
"Yes, I know how you did that, Mr. Vaughn. It's a trick worth while, too," answered Butler. "But what are you going to fire with it?"
"You'll see. Will you shield me from the wind with a blanket while I am starting this fire, Butler?"
Tad kept the blanket in place by standing on two corners, the other two corners being gripped in his upraised hands, while the guide, having pared some thin shavings from the pitch pine and made a pile of bark and pine ready for the flame, was blowing on the glowing wad that he had shot from the gun.
All at once a little flame leaped up from the pine shavings.
"Hooray!" shouted the Pony Rider Boys.
"We don't need matches to build a fire in this outfit," laughed Tad.