“If you did I guess I lost the letter,” he confessed. “We’ve had a time getting our own camp in shape. Those fellows forgot half the stuff I told them to order.”
“We didn’t forget any more than you did,” retorted Phil.
“Let us have peace,” urged Blake. “At last we are here, and the girls are safe.”
“No thanks to you, though,” remarked Alice a trifle sharply. “We had help, however.”
“Who?”
“A man?”
“I demand his name!” cried Blake, in mock heroics.
“I think he called himself Mr. Rossmore,” answered Natalie.
“Oh, Old Hanson,” said Jack. “Yes, he’s quite a character around here.”
“What is his secret?” asked Mrs. Bonnell. “He stared at Natalie in the queerest way, and asked her if she had come back to him after all these years, and all sorts of nonsense like that.”