As a trailer, I am a miserable failure, a rank amateur." "If you were to spend as much time con-centrating as you do tearing about over the landscape, you would be more successful," declared Emma wisely, at which there was a laugh at Grace's expense.
"I surely could not be more unsuccessful than I have been," replied Grace smilingly.
The afternoon was passed in discussing their situation.

While the girls were eager to be out trying to find Hippy, they believed that they were doing the wise thing in following the advice of their unknown friend, whose message had been tossed into their camp, so they remained in camp and waited.
When night came and still no Hippy, the depression of the Overlanders increased and there was little conversation, each one appearing to be listening, Emma, with a faraway look in her eyes, now and then relapsing into deep thought.

Emma was "con-centrating." The same arrangement for guarding the camp, as had been carried out the previous night, was again followed.

This time, Grace took one side of the camp and Miss Briggs the other.

Both hid in deep shadows, each with a rifle at her side and a revolver in its holster.