“It’s nearer morning,” said Mollie, regarding her wrist watch and seeing that the hands pointed to four-thirty. “It’s the rain makes it seem so early.”
“Well, anyway, it’s pitch black,” returned Grace, hugging herself hard to keep from shivering. “What difference does the time make?”
“None, except that it isn’t so long to wait till morning,” admitted Mollie, adding briskly: “Now, we’ve just got to buckle on our common sense and make up our minds not to be scared.”
“Tell me that at nine o’clock to-morrow morning with the sun shining,” returned Grace, shivering in spite of herself. “Just now I’m scared black and blue.”
“Well, if that’s the way you feel——”
“It’s the way you feel too,” returned Grace, quickly. “You know you’re just frightened to death, Mollie. Look at your teeth chattering.”
Mollie promptly clamped her lips down on this circumstantial evidence and commanded her teeth to stop chattering.
“I’m cold,” she defended weakly. “That rain——”
“Yes and you were foolish to go out there in it,” Grace scolded. “Suppose it had been a wild animal prowling around out there, what chance would you have had against it, unarmed?”
“What chance would we have had against it in the tent?” countered Mollie.