“Well, there was a snake,” murmured Tavia.
“We’ll build a fire. That will keep away snakes, at least,” Dorothy said, cheerfully.
“Oh, Doro!” shrieked Tavia. “You don’t mean to stay in this awful place all night?”
“Do you know a better? It is open. There is shelter beside that big boulder. There’s a little rill that must be sweet water—— By the way! I didn’t notice that stream when we came here first. Did you, Tavia?”
“Oh, I don’t know!” wailed Tavia.
“Do you suppose we have found the place where we left the ponies tied?” asked Dorothy, anxiously.
“Of course. And the nasty things have run away. I’ll never trust one of those broncs again.”
“Don’t be foolish, dear. It must have been our own fault. We did not tie them properly.”
“I know I tied mine tight enough,” grumbled Tavia. “And say! how you going to build a fire?”
“Just the same as anybody else would build one,” Dorothy declared.