"Where is he ?" "He went out when we heard you shoot," Elfreda informed Grace.

"Did he miss you ?" "I have not seen Hippy since I left this camp.

He must have got lost," replied Grace.

"Elfreda, fire three interval shots with your rifle to guide him in." Miss Briggs did so, and all listened for an answer, but none came.
Acting on Grace's suggestion, Elfreda fired further signal shots, and still no reply from Lieutenant Wingate.
Grace, finally becoming disturbed at Hippy's long absence, announced her intention of going out to look for him, and was giving her companions directions about signaling her when Hippy Wingate came strolling into camp, his clothing torn and his face scratched from contact with brier bushes.

"Hulloa, folks," he greeted, grinning sheepishly.
"My darlin', my darlin', are you hurt ?" cried Nora, hurrying to him solicitously.
"No.