“I am quite willing to suffer such slight discomfort for the privilege of seeing this outfit at work in an emergency,” she declared.
Grace suggested to the general that it might be advisable to take the ladies back to the Lodge for the rest of the night.
“No, no, no!” protested Miss Cartwright. “I, for one, propose to see it through.”
“So do I,” approved Mrs. Gordon.
Elfreda, who had found the makings, was brewing tea over the fire and Anne was toasting crackers on the other side of it.
“Storm, bullets, then tea and crackers! Isn’t this romantic?” cried Miss Cartwright. “You young ladies surely do know how to do things.”
The warmth of the campfire, and the refreshments, put new spirits into the party, and they were now able to laugh over their plight. The guests, however, were at a loss to understand why any one should wish to shoot at the camp of the Overland Riders.
“I cannot comprehend how they were able to place their bullets right in the camp in all that darkness and storm,” wondered Mrs. Gordon.
“Their rifles undoubtedly were aimed and set before dark,” answered Lieutenant Wingate.
“The broken arrow, General,” reminded Grace, nodding to General Gordon.