Tom Gray, whose love of the forest was almost a passion with him, gazed on the wreckage sadly.
"Let this be a lesson to all of you.

Always be careful with your campfires," he warned.
The girls were too tired to eat when they reached camp.

All they desired was sleep and rest.

Hippy's crying need was food, and that was what he proposed to get first, but Tom would not hear to either of them sitting down until the horses had been looked after and watered.
While they were doing that, the forest woman made coffee and fried bacon, which was ready for Tom and Hippy upon their return.

The Overland girls had found their blankets, and, rolled tightly in them, lay sound asleep on the bare ground.
"Poor kids! Aren't you proud of each and every one of them, Hippy ?" glowed Tom.
"Oh, I suppose so.