She dropped the cord by which she had been guiding her horse and slipped down to the ground. Her legs were rather stiff from riding. She held on to the saddle for a moment.
“A camp?” she said at last.
Dion was beside her.
“An awfully rough one.”
“How jolly!”
She said the words almost solemnly.
“Dion, you are a brick!” she added, after a pause. “I’ve never stayed in camp before. A real brick! But you always are.”
“Aren’t you coming into the camp?”
She put her hand on his arm and kept him back.
“No—wait! What did you mean by shaking your head when I asked you if the secret was up here?”