"We're almost there—keep up your courage and win a coup!" laughed Zan, trying to cheer the others.
Then after a few more turns in and about the giant trees, she cried, "Here it is—tickets, please! Have them ready!"
JANE AND ELENA COLLECTING BUTTERFLIES.
The Woodcraft Girls at Camp.
It took but a minute for the others to fly after the leader into the dark interior of the cave. It was made by some huge rocks leaning against each other with tree-trunks to brace them from rolling down when the earth had been washed away from underneath. Situated in the side of the steep cleft of the ravine, with the opening toward the valley, it proved an admirable refuge.
After every one had assured herself that there was no immediate danger of the whole side crashing in upon them, Zan explained how the boys used to play Indians and camp out on fine nights. They had a few plates and pans on a narrow ledge in the cave, and some hemlock greens furnished a bed.
"How far from camp is the cave?" asked the Guide.