“I think we have discovered enough for one day,” spoke Natalie. “We have been doing all the discovering. Why don’t you boys do some?”
“The action has been entirely too rapid for us,” confessed Blake. “We are willing to let you have a try at the mystificating problem. All we know is that we are hungry, and we have not the wherewithal to eat.”
“Then come on over to our camp,” proposed the Guardian. “Girls—show that you are real members of the Camp Fire tribe. We must feed these hungry warriors.”
“Where are their fish?” asked Alice.
“We didn’t get any,” confessed her brother.
“Feed us this time, and we’ll get up a party for you next week.”
“Wait until I see if we’ve got gasoline enough to run the motor-boat over to the Point and back,” suggested Jack, as he hurried down to the little dock. “Then we’ll dine with you, fair ladies.”
He was seen to come to a halt near the edge of the water.
“What’s the matter?” called Blake.
“More mysteries,” answered Jack. “Our little canoe is gone!”