From somewhere among the jumble of things within the tent Grace produced a much battered and worn board and men and so they settled down to play until daylight should put in its friendly appearance.
And when at last the first rays of the sun broke through the clearing sky, the two girls were so utterly exhausted from lack of sleep and the nerve strain they had been under that they simply sprawled out upon the blankets and fell into a sound slumber.
The sun had crept high in the heavens when at last they awoke, staring at one another stupidly.
“Was it a bad dream, Mollie, or did it really happen?” queried Grace, as she rubbed a hand across her forehead. “I declare I can’t remember——”
“Well, I can, only too well,” cut in Mollie shortly. Mollie’s temper was almost always short before breakfast. “Stop staring in that befuddled fashion, Grace Ford, and help me get breakfast. I feel badly in need of sustenance.”
They went about the getting of breakfast in a curiously silent manner, too busy with their thoughts to say much. And they both looked rather grave and hollow-eyed.
It was true the situation did not seem nearly so terrifying in the broad daylight, but just the same, they knew their adventure had been rather serious.
“I’m glad Betty will be back pretty soon,” said Grace at last, breaking the long silence. “She always knows what to do.”
“I don’t know that she’ll be able to do much more about this than we have done,” retorted Mollie. It is to be noted that she had not yet had her breakfast. “Anybody would think Betty had some sort of supernatural power of making things come out right.”
“I don’t know about the supernatural,” returned Grace. “But I do know that she pretty nearly always makes things come out all right.”