“Ruth, are you asleep?”
“No,” came back a whisper.
“Aren’t you glad for poor dear old Honoria?”
“So glad I can’t sleep. Think of them to-night, talking and making up for thirty-five years of lonesomeness.”
“Bet a cookie she’d never have thought of coming out here if we hadn’t blazed the way. Good-night.”
Ruth’s whisper came back softly, and there was silence in the guest-cabin.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE CAVE OF THE DINOSAUR
It had been arranged with the Chief that the girls were to wait at the Crossbar until they heard from him, and not attempt making the trip over to the gulch unless they were sure he and the Doctor would be there to meet them.
It was hard being patient, but after their morning dip down at the swimming place, Jean kept them busy getting the sheep wagon ready for the camping trip. They took clean papers, and tacked them evenly inside the cupboards and lockers under the seats, and made a regular inventory of everything they would need. Ruth took charge of this, and would check off each article as it went into the wagon.