"By rights we ought to camp in the canyon, we'll have to pack all the water up the hill," suggested Tommy.
"You'll camp right at the mouth of that tunnel, boy!" insisted Enid, and there was something of Tilly the Waif in her command. Tommy looked up at her quickly, then burst into laughter.
"Yes'm," he said meekly with a twinkle in his eye. "I obey!"
They had the tents pitched and the girls were arranging the beds and making them cozy when Judge Breckenridge returned, with a boy driving a burro loaded with provisions.
In his hand he held something white which he waved as he came up the mountain?
"It's a letter!" exclaimed Bet. "I hope it's from my Dad. I haven't had a letter for a week."
"It's a letter for me," announced the Judge, "but it may contain news that will please you. The boys will arrive this week. Phil and Bob are going to join us."
A shout went up and echoed through the hills.
Tommy gave an Indian war-whoop and the girls danced about, hugging each other in their joy.
"Won't it be good to see them!" exclaimed Bet.