“Both good scouts,” answered the general.
“Campers’ fare will be yours then, sir. Good-night, Colonel and Mrs. Cartwright. We shall be happy to have you join us for mess at any time.”
Before leaving, the colonel invited the Overland girls to have dinner with him at the Lodge on the following evening and remain for the dance.
Grace said they could not think of it, so far as the dinner was concerned, but that, if they were not too tired, they would go over for the dance.
The Gordons and Miss Cartwright resumed their positions by the campfire after the colonel and his wife, escorted by Hippy, still wearing his derby hat, started towards the Lodge.
The fire was blazing up cheerfully, and before it the girls of the Overton Unit sat and talked with the guests of their campaigning days in France.
Something whistled down from the air, and every person in the outfit heard the thud when it struck the ground.
“A stone from the mountain,” said the general.
“I think not,” replied Grace, getting up.
“It fell right near where you’re standin’,” called Ike Fairweather as Grace began looking about her alertly. “Looked like a stick.”