“Billy’s a sort of political boss round here, as well as district attorney,” laughed Jamieson. “When he says a thing’s to be done, and done in a hurry, he usually has his way.”
Eleanor looked curiously at Trenwith, and Charlie, catching the glance, winked broadly at Dolly Ransom. It was perfectly plain that the young District Attorney interested Eleanor a good deal. His quiet efficiency appealed to her. She liked men who did things, and Trenwith was essentially of that type. He didn’t talk much about his plans; he let results speak for him. And, at the same time, when there was a question of something to be done, what he did say showed a quiet confidence, which, while not a bit boastful, proved that he was as sure of himself as are most competent men.
Also, his admiration for Eleanor was plain and undisguised. Charlie Jamieson, who was almost like a brother in his relations with Eleanor, was hugely amused by this. Somehow cousins who are so intimate with a girl that they take a brother’s place, never do seem able to understand that she may have the same attraction for other men that the sisters and the cousins of the other men have for them. The idea that their friends may fall in love with the girls they regard in such a perfectly matter-of-fact way strikes them, when it reaches them at all, as a huge joke.
All the girls were sorry to see the two men who had helped them so much go away after dinner, but of course their departure was necessary. Just now, after the exciting events of the previous night, there seemed a reasonable chance of a little peace, but the price of freedom from the annoyance caused by Holmes was constant vigilance, and there was work for both the men to do. Moreover, the sight of the cheerful fire from the other camp, and the thought of the great camp fire they were presently to enjoy in common consoled them.
“The Halsted girls are going to build the fire,” said Eleanor. “It’s their first ceremonial camp fire, so I told Miss Turner they were welcome to do it. They’re all Wood-Gatherers, you see. So we’ll have to light the fire for them, anyhow. See, they’re at work already, bringing in the wood. Margery, suppose you go over and make sure that they’re building the fire properly, with plenty of room for a good draught underneath.”
“Who’s going to take them in, and give them their rings, Miss Eleanor?” asked Dolly. “You, or Miss Turner?”
“Why, Miss Turner wants me to do it, Dolly, because I’m older in the Camp Fire than she is. She’s given me the rings. I think it’s quite exciting, really, taking so many new girls in all at once.”
“Come on,” cried Margery Burton, then. “They’re all ready and they want us to form the procession now, and go over there.”
“You are to light the fire, Margery. Are you all ready?”
“Yes, indeed, Miss Eleanor. Shall I go ahead, and start the flame?”