Fortunately Kara slept the greater part of the time. Now that the night was fully advanced she would be more comfortable where she was than carried down the mountainside, where there was no well defined path. One had to seek the easiest way between the trees.
For her own part Tory concluded that she might as well attempt to sleep for as long as her fire could be trusted to continue burning.
The pine wood was filled with brush and the night so bright she could find without difficulty what she was seeking.
Returning, Tory smothered over the fire so that it might burn for some time without replenishing. She then lay down beside Kara.
Toward morning she must have dreamed. She woke with the impression that a number of years had passed, or what seemed a long passage of time, and in the interval she and Kara had been searching the world over for each other and unable to meet.
Glad she was to reach over and touch her companion, who scarcely had stirred.
Already the sky was streaked with light, palest rose and blue.
Strengthened and refreshed, Tory set to work again. The summer morning was exquisite, the odor of the pine trees never so fragrant, nor the air so delicious.
Failing in her signals for help the evening before, she now determined to make a more strenuous effort. Intending to return to camp before dusk, she and Kara had neglected to bring a flashlight or a lantern which might have proved more effective.
With the coming of darkness she had not relied on solid columns of black smoke being seen at any distance. Now on a farther ridge of the hill she arranged two such smoke columns, remembering that two steady smokes side by side mean “I am lost, come and help me.”