“Let’s take this road—it looks fine—and see if we come to a woodland road further on,” suggested Miss Miller.
So the opposite direction was taken, hoping they might find the good road mentioned on the map. After riding for twenty minutes more, the chauffeurs suddenly found the sign-post marked on both maps.
“Now ain’t that funny! It’s the post all right, but we never came by that woodland road!” declared Jim.
“Let’s be thankful we found one land-mark they put down for us to follow!” grumbled Alfred, where-upon everyone laughed.
In vain did they seek for other land-marks or objects to correspond to those marked on the maps. They found good roads but nothing to lead them to believe they were following directions. Finally, as they all halted for another conference, Alfred stood up and looked about. He scratched his head back of the ear as if in a quandary.
“Let’s hear it, Alfred,” laughed Elizabeth.
“Well, I was thinkin’! Your maw came this very road last Spring when she camped her Tribe on Decoration Day. Why not go this way and trust to luck to bring us to the boys’ camp?”
“It would be all right for us but what about the boys?” asked Zan.
“They have to pass by your site on their way up the shore and you can hail them,” suggested Jim.
“It’s growing late, girls, and we have to pitch tents, get ready to cook supper, and lots of other work,” warned the Guide.