"Felicia, where have you been?" begged Roger; "tell us, honey."
"Why, I just went over the mountain to find the place Dick told about where the Indians make dishes. And I got lost, and a squaw found me and I had a funny dinner with her and I bought these dishes and I told her Dick would pay for them and I brought you each a present and I'm awful tired." She stopped for lack of breath.
Dick looked helplessly at the other men. "It's five mountain miles to that Indian camp," he said.
"I got tired," Felicia nodded her head, "but Qui-tha brought me home. He wanted some more peroxide. So I gave him the bottle in your room, Dicky. He was so good to bring me home. He went right back with it."
"I wish I'd had a quart for the good old fool," said Dick.
"Where are you all going? Where's Charley?" asked Felicia.
"She's nearly frantic about you," exclaimed Roger. "We were all going to look for you."
Felicia's liquid eyes widened with sudden understanding. "Put me down, Dick, I want to go to Charley."
"Here she comes now," said Ernest.
Charley was breathless with running. Felicia set her basket in the sand and rushed into her sister's arms. The men all started explaining at once. Charley, still clasping Felicia, listened, then looked down on the curly head resting against her heart.