CHAPTER VI
THE OLD MAN
“That rope should go the other way!”
“No, I remember Jack saying you should fasten the other rope first.”
“Are you sure the pegs are driven in tightly enough?”
“There! I knew something would be missing. We haven’t a hammer to drive in the pegs with.”
“But where are the tent pegs?”
Thus the girls questioned and commented as they had gathered about an indiscriminate collection of canvas, boards, ropes and other things at the campsite on Green Lake. They had made a quick trip in the train, and the little lake steamer had landed them at Crystal Springs, as their camping-ground was called.
“There are the pegs,” said Alice, after a look about, and she indicated some articles that looked like exaggerated clothes pins, save for the slot.
“That’s so, we must decide where they are to go, and drive them in, so we’ll have something to fasten the ropes to,” declared Natalie. “I remember Blake saying that.”