CHAPTER III.
RULES AND REGULATIONS.
At six o’clock they were awakened by a long, melodious trumpet call. The vigorous tripping melody drove the sleep from their brains like a dash of cold water. Billie found herself sitting up in bed humming:
“‘Oh, come to the stable,
As soon as you’re able
And feed the horses grain.
If you don’t do it
The Captain will know it
And raise particular Cain.’”
It was an energetic summons to rise and view a fresh and beautiful world, and Billie, glancing at her watch, was aware that, as a concession to new arrivals, the summons had come half an hour later than scheduled. Half-past five was to be the hour for rising in camp, provided the ladies were willing. And certainly they showed no signs of unwillingness at the six o’clock call. Miss Campbell glanced placidly down the line of white cots. Then she inhaled a breath of the delicious air.
“In all my life I never slept as I did last night,” she announced. “Did somebody put sleeping drops in my coffee, I wonder?”
“I fancy the sleeping drops fell in the night in the form of showers,” observed Mary from her cot at the end of the line. “There was no storm, just one of those quiet steady rains, and I never saw people sleep so hard. I thought you were all dead until I heard Miss Campbell——” Mary paused and blushed. “That is, until I heard some one breathing very heavily.”
“Now, Mary Price, don’t tell me you heard me snore. I never did such a thing in my life,” cried Miss Campbell.
With a laugh, Billie leapt from her bed and ran to take a cold plunge in the mountain water which gurgled from the faucet with the pleasant song it had not left off singing when it leaped out of the side of the rock into the pipe.