A cry greeted his appearance, and Nora’s arms were flung about his neck ere he had fairly reached the light of the campfire. He held up his hand for silence.
“Give me something to eat, if you love me. I’m famished.”
Nora ran for the coffee pot, which Ham White took from her. Hippy stepped over to him and whispered something to the guide, as he relieved White of the coffee pot.
White immediately left the camp.
By now the other members of the party were about Hippy shoving their joy at his return.
“Have you seen Stacy?” demanded Grace eagerly, as soon as she could get his attention.
“No. Why?”
“He, too, has been missing, and—”
“The curs!” raged Lieutenant Wingate. “So they got him, too, did they?”
“Never mind now. You must drink and eat. Where is Mr. White?” wondered Grace, glancing quickly about the camp.