We'll test this
friendship business and see what there is to it. Now come on;
let's run for the canyon."
It was only a short time until the Bear Cat followed its trail of
the previous Saturday, and, rushing across the stream, stopped at
its former resting place, while Linda and Donald sat looking at
the sheer-walled little room before them.
"I can see," said Linda, "a stronger tinge in the green. There
are more flowers in the carpet. There is more melody in the
birds' song. We are going to have a better time than we had last
Saturday. First let's fix up our old furnace, because we must
have a fire today."
So they left the car, and under Linda's direction they
reconstructed the old fireplace at which the girl and her father
had cooked when botanizing in Multiflores. In a corner secluded
from wind, using the wall of the canyon for a back wall, big
boulders the right distance apart on each side, and small stones
for chinking, Linda superintended the rebuilding of the
fireplace.
She unpacked the lunch box, set the table, and when she had
everything in readiness she covered the table, and taking a
package, she carried it on a couple of aluminium pie pans to
where her fire was burning crisply. With a small field axe she
chopped a couple of small green branches, pointed them to her
liking, and peeled them. Then she made a poker from one of the
saplings they had used to move the rocks, and beat down her fire
until she had a bright bed of deep coals.
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