“What’s that?” asked Jack.
“Camp Surprise,” announced the driver. “That’s the waterfall you hear. Here we be!” he called in louder tones, as an approaching lantern flashed through the dark forest.
CHAPTER XII—DISAPPOINTMENT
“Well, well! Glad to see you!” called a small, grizzled, but cheerful-faced man, as he came out to the buckboard. “Got here all right did you?”
“This is Mr. Floyd,” explained the driver.
“Yes, we’re here,” said Cora. “Sorry to be so late, but we had engine trouble and——”
“Don’t make no manner of difference at all. We’re used to seeing people come early and late. I’ll help set your things inside. Here comes Mrs. Floyd.”
“Is that them?” asked a woman’s voice. “The Kimball party?”
“They’re here,” her husband answered while the boys helped the girls down from the wagon, and the driver and Mr. Floyd looked after the baggage.
“Glad to see you all!” went on Mrs. Floyd, who was the same genial sort of personage as her husband. “I was afraid you’d give us another disappointment, and not get here.”