"That is what makes their pidgin English so quaint," answered Miss
Briggs.
"Ping says the horses don't care for any more water," announced
Nora, returning with two empty buckets.
"Pass them down," directed Hippy. "We will fill everything in camp, including ourselves."
When, they had finished with their work, the familiar, "Him come along," in Ping Wing's shrill voice, brought Hippy out of the water hole in a hurry.
"Are you going to leave me down here, Hippy Wingate, or are you going to assist me out?" reminded Grace.
"A thousand pardons! The thought of food drives every other thought from my mind." Hippy reached down and gave Grace a hand.
"Please fire another set of signal shots," suggested Grace, shaking out her skirt to free it from the damp sand. "Mr. Lang will be surprised when he finds that we have a water tank right here in camp. I hope he hears our shots."
Elfreda, having shot into the air six times, put down her rifle and joined her companions.
"Oh, doesn't that coffee smell good?" she cried. "A warm drink is even more necessary out here than it is in the city. I hope we never have another such a dry time as we have just experienced."
"Listen!" warned Grace, holding up a hand for silence.