"Wait until I see if I can find the candle I had when the deluge came," said Miss Miller, groping about for the table.
"We'll need more than one light, Miss Miller," said Zan.
"I'll see if I can find the small stump I had last night," replied the Guide, finding the matches and lighting one.
The candle was soon lit and the stump found, so all prepared to leave the shelter of the small tent and seek the house.
Zan carried the new candle while Miss Miller fastened a hat-pin in the bottom of the stump and carried that. The girls easily avoided bushes and long wet grass in crossing over the Bluff, although their moccasins soon squeaked with water.
"I wish I knew where the lantern was—it would be so much steadier a light," ventured Zan, from the rear.
"I left it at the house the other day—I forgot to bring it back to camp," admitted Elena.
"I wish we had made a law to make folks pay forfeits for forgetting!" snapped Zan, impatiently.
"What's the matter with you to make you so cross? You're well rolled up in that blanket and you've got the torch, too!" retorted Elena.
Zan bit her lip but said nothing. The truth of the matter was that she felt guilty in driving Miss Miller out in the night with a rubber blanket wrapped about her. Zan reasoned that all the trouble would have been avoided if they had all paid attention to Miss Miller's advice in the beginning and pitched their tents in good ground between the trees as she did. Her tent stood any gale, while theirs—well, compare them!