Nora, in the meantime, was packing her husband's kit with sufficient food, that had been picked up from the scattered remnants, to see him through the trip.

Twenty minutes later they had started Hippy on his way.
"If I don't come back, remember that I had a price on my head," he called back to his companions.
"Pack up!" directed Grace.

"We must move up near the Thompson cabin.

It won't do for you girls to remain here alone." "Where shall we camp ?" asked Anne, a worried look on her face.

"We have no tents fit for use." "I don't know just yet, but they have a barn.