“There’s our camp,” Hippy informed them. “Ike has arrived and is ready for us.”
All eyes were turned toward the shore, where the little white tents of the Overland Riders nestled at the base of the mountains, close to the water’s edge, the camp having been pitched a short quarter of a mile up the lake from the Lodge.
“It looks good to me,” declared the general. “I envy you young women the life you are leading out here, and wish I might be so fortunate as to belong to your outfit.”
“You’d regret it,” chuckled Emma Dean.
“Try me and see,” the general came back quickly.
“Very well, we will take you at your word, General,” answered Grace. “This evening you shall have mess with the Overland Riders in their camp. We shall undoubtedly be on short rations still, but that is a part of the life.”
“Good! I accept,” nodded the general.
“The invitation includes all of your party, of course,” said Grace, glancing inquiringly at the smiling faces around the cockpit of the launch.
“I know it will be a delightful experience,” declared Mrs. Cartwright.
“Wonderful!” added Miss Cartwright.