Wherever, whenever I find them.
“I will strive to grow strong like the pine tree,
To be pure in my deepest desire,
To be true to the truth that is in me,
And follow the Law of the Fire.”
The ringing vocal cheer that succeeded the pledge brought an approving flash to the black eyes of the Indian guide. Blue Wolf, as the guest of honor, squatted just outside the magic ring of fire-worshippers.
“You are now at liberty to congratulate Alsea, our new Wood Gatherer,” announced the Guardian when Blanche had finished reciting.
“Just one minute!” Blanche appealed. “I have something to say first that I wish you all to hear.” Meeting Ruth’s startled eyes, full of mute protest, Blanche smiled reassuringly.
“I am sure you must understand just how glad I am to have become a Wood Gatherer,” she continued, addressing the group. “It took me a long time to get started on the right track. I thank you all for your interest and help. You’ve been very patient with me. But I know you’ll agree with me when I say that I owe a special debt of gratitude to Ruth Garnier. She is the truest, finest, bravest girl I’ve ever known, and I hope always to be worthy of her friendship.”
The sincere but unexpected tribute to Ruth received the ovation it deserved. A moment later, Blanche was surrounded, eager hands outstretched to grasp her own.