Out of the sleds climbed the cold and cramped picture players, all thought of the fierce storm now forgotten.
"Go right in," invited Mr. Macksey. "Supper's waiting!"
"Welcome to Elk Lodge!" called a motherly voice, and Mrs. Macksey appeared in the open door of the main corridor. "Come right in!"
They were glad enough to do it.
"I don't know any of you, except Russ and Mr. Pertell," she said, for the manager and his helper had paid a visit to the place sometime before to make arrangements about using it.
"You'll soon know all of 'em," declared Mr. Pertell with a laugh. "I'll introduce you," which he quickly did.
"Now then, I expect you'll want to wash up," went on the hunter's wife. "I'll have the girl show you to your different rooms, and then you can come down to supper. It's been waiting. What kept you? I'll have to ask you folks because it's like pulling teeth to get any news out of my husband. What happened?"
"A breakdown," explained Ruth, who took an instant liking to motherly Mrs. Macksey. "Oh, we had such a time!"
"Such a glorious time!" supplemented Alice.
"Here's a girl who evidently likes outdoors," laughed the hunter's wife.