“I am getting tired of the way the Raybolds are trespassing on the good-nature of the Archibalds, and, whatever they do, I don’t intend to let them make me trespass any longer. I haven’t anything to do with Miss Raybold, but the other tent belongs as much to me as it does to her brother, and I am going to take it back to our own camp. And what is more, I am going to have my meals there. I don’t want that wooden-headed Mrs. Perkenpine to cook for me.”
“How would you like me to do it?” asked the bishop, quickly.
“That would be fine,” said Clyde. “I will help, and we will set up house-keeping there again, and if Raybold doesn’t choose to come and live in his own camp he can go wherever he pleases. I am not going to have him manage things for me. Don’t you think that you and I can carry that tent over?”
“With ease!” exclaimed the bishop. “When do you want to move—Monday morning?”
“Yes,” said Clyde, “after breakfast.”
CHAPTER XVIII
THE HERMITS ASSOCIATE
During the next day no one in camp had reason to complain of Corona Raybold. She did not seem inclined to talk to anybody, but spent the most of her time alone. She wrote a little and reflected a great deal, sometimes walking, sometimes seated in the shade, gazing far beyond the sky.