"Can't you girls start fire with flint—or some sticks?" asked Polly, curiously.
"The only fire I can light is with a safety match and the valve of a gas-stove!" replied Barbara, quaintly.
The others considered her remark very funny and Polly promised to teach them how to make a fire with two sticks only!
"Do it now, and fry the fish for us!" said Eleanor.
"No, it will be too late for us to begin all that now. We had better wait until supper-time. We really ought to be on the trail by this time," said Polly.
"Child alive! You don't intend being out in the woods at supper-time, do you?" gasped Barbara, fearfully.
Polly laughed. "Is that so fearful? Why, I think it is piles of fun to camp out on a fine night!"
"Maybe you do, but remember the rattle-snake! We may be sleeping on the ground when one comes along-Oh, OH!" cried Barbara, shivering.
"Oh, come now, Bob! No use conjuring up such gruesome pictures to tickle your nerves!" exclaimed Eleanor, impatiently.
"If you don't want to go on to Grizzly Slide, now's the time to say so! When we get there it will be too late to complain about the lateness of the hour in getting home!" said sensible Polly. "Oh, we all want to go to Grizzly Slide!" asserted Anne, hastily.