“Then I’ll put it out!” declared the Guardian, who had kept the spring switch of her pocket electric torch pressed down, thus making a continuous light.
“No, don’t,” begged Blake. “We came off in such a hurry that we didn’t bring a lantern, and the path isn’t any too plain. They won’t hurt you.”
“I know—but—skunks——” hesitated Mrs. Bonnell.
“They’re as harmless as cats. Come on!” and resolutely Blake pressed forward. The two green spots had disappeared, and by the time the excitement had calmed down Jack’s question had been forgotten, to the relief of the girls, who did not want to answer unless they had to.
“Next time don’t try to find Bear Pond unless one of us goes along,” suggested Jack in patronizing tones.
“Oh, but we did find it,” declared Mabel. “It was after we found it, and on our way home, that we got lost. The hairpin blazing didn’t work.”
“The what?” cried Blake in curiosity.
“Mabel, if you mention that I’ll never forgive you!” threatened Mrs. Bonnell.
“Go on; tell!” urged Phil. “Hairpin blazing? What is that; a new kind of Camp Fire Girls’ stunt?”
“Don’t you tell!” warned the Guardian, and with laughter the girls refused.