“If the Gypsies make off with our larder we’ll all of us eat less,” suggested Alice with a laugh. “Well, we must see what we can give the boys. I know they must be nearly famished.”
And from the manner in which the campers of Stony Point did justice to the hasty meal that the Camp Fire Girls prepared, it was evident that Alice’s conjecture was right.
“And now for the Point!” cried Blake. “Shall we help you lock up, girls?”
“Such locking as we can do,” spoke Marie. “I wish there was some way of making a tent more secure. The next time we go camping we must have a log cabin. We can lock that.”
“Leave a lantern burning,” suggested Phil. “That will make any unwelcome visitors think some one is at home. That’s what we always do.”
The girls agreed that this might be a good plan, and a light was left within the tent, securely fastened against the possibility of an upset, should a squirrel or other prowler enter in search of food. Another lantern was lighted and hung outside, and the boys, having done likewise at their camp, the motor-boat was gotten in readiness for the trip to the Point after supplies.
“And we’ll keep a lookout for our canoe on the way,” suggested Phil.
“Not much chance of spotting it after dark,” replied Blake.
“But if we see a rowboat, or one canoe towing another we’ll sort of sneak up and take a look,” remarked Jack.
“Oh, boys!” cried Natalie, “please don’t have any—unpleasantness.”