“It seems to me that our guide is rather bossy,” observed Nora Wingate.
“He isn’t!” protested Emma indignantly. “He is the finest man I ever knew.”
The others looked at each other and burst out laughing; then they began teasing Emma as they ate breakfast standing beside their ponies. Mr. White returned ere they had finished their light meal. A quick, comprehensive glance showed him that his orders had been obeyed.
“You people think me an alarmist, I know, but the fact is I did not wish to alarm you until I was certain. Now that I have been able to get a clear observation, I know.”
“The worst is yet to come,” grumbled Stacy.
“Yes. You always bring this outfit bad luck,” retorted Emma.
“Please, please, children!” begged Grace. “What is it, Mr. White?”
“We are in the direct path of a forest fire!”
There followed a moment’s silence, then Hippy spoke up.
“What is the chance of our getting away from it?” he asked.