fact?" [Pg 20] "Oh, if you can call it criminal, and really mean it—" she threw out. [Pg 20] "I'll call it anything in the vocabulary if only you won't quarrel with me. Goodness knows, things are bad enough without that!" She let him see a little more of her face. The frown had disappeared, and there were signs that the storm of indignation was passing. "I suppose it isn't a particle of use to quarrel," she admitted. "What is done is done and can't be helped, however much we may agree to despise your barbarous friend, Mr. Grider. How is it all going to end?" At this Prime aired his small idea. "Our provisions won't last more than a day or two; they were evidently not intended to. If that means anything, it means that Grider will come back for us before long. He certainly can't do less." "To-day?" "Let us hope so. Have you ever camped out in the woods before?" "Never." "Neither have I. What I don't know [Pg 21] about woodcraft would make a much larger book than any I ever hope to write. You probably guessed that when you saw me make the fire." [Pg 21] The corners of the pretty mouth were twitching. "And you probably guessed my part of it when you saw me try to make that dreadful pan-bread. I can cook; really I can, Mr. Prime; but when one has been used to having everything imaginable to do it with——" Prime thought he might venture to laugh once more. "Your revenge is in your own hands; all you have to do is to continue to make the bread. It'll get me in time. My digestion isn't particularly good, you know." "Do you really think we shall be rescued soon?" "For the sake of my own sanity, I'm obliged to think it." "And in the meantime we must sit here and wait?" "We needn't make the waiting any harder than we are obliged to. Suppose we call it a—er—a sort of surprise-party picnic. I imagine it is no use for us to try to escape. [Pg 22] Grider probably picked
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