“Good joke on Jack and Fiji! They just telephoned a few minutes before we did. They were wondering what had happened to you girls. They said that Bob knew well enough where to go as he saw the tree blazed as a sign for you,” said Fred.
“So I did, but the day we came over to hunt up a site, we were in the auto and to-day I came by boat, so it looked very different. Besides, both places look alike as far as woods and beach and sandy cliff go,” responded Bob.
“Did they say they would look us up to-night?” asked Zan.
“They haven’t the slightest idea where to find us in the dark, so they will remain at the camp where they are and pick us up in the morning,” explained Fred.
“Well, thank goodness, we know they are safe and sound, although I felt sure they were, right along,” sighed Jane.
“Yes, indeed, two athletic boys like Fiji and Jack would be all right,” added Eleanor, really believing her own words—such is the changeableness of a dual nature.
The tired Woodcrafters then retired and sighed as they stretched out weary bones on the cots or under the stars on soft pine beds.
“Gee! This is the life!” chuckled Bob, as he bounced up and down on the springy spruce-tip bed.
“Guess the midgets haven’t reached you yet!” grumbled Billy, as he slapped viciously at an unseen plague.
Then Fred began slapping and whipping the air, and finally Bob felt the mosquitoes and midgets bite, until all three boys jumped up again and began building a smudge fire.