“Not to-night,” cut in Jane. “He has gone to his shack. I saw him when he went. He didn’t even stop to say good-night, how, ugh, or anything else.” “He’s a wise Indian. He knows what’s ahead of him to-morrow,” declared Anne. “And so do we,” reminded Miss Drexal slyly. “It’s time for ‘Taps,’ girls. We must make the most of our bough beds while we have them. To-morrow night will find us sleeping in ordinary four-posters.” “Just as soon as we get settled in the buckboard to-morrow for our ride back to Tower, I am going to make you girls decide that the next reunion is to be held at that incomparable hanging-out place of the Bliss Family, known as ‘Sweet Water Ranch.’” It was Frances who made this bold announcement. “You won’t have a chance to say a word,” warned Sarah. “I shall do all the talking in favor of Red Rock Ranch, the home of the hospitable Mannings.” “Don’t either of you be too sure. You may all find yourselves down in old Kentuck next summer,” asserted Jane stoutly. “The Pellews are going to have their chance at entertaining.” During this lively controversy, Miss Drexal had slipped away from the would-be entertainers and entered the tents. The mournfully sweet call of “Lights Out” cut in two a spirited harangue to which Frances had been moved by Jane’s entering the lists. “To be continued in the buckboard,” laughed Emmy. “I name Frances now as the winner,” predicted Marian. “She has the original gift of gab uncommon strong.” “But wherever we happen to be next summer, let’s hope that we’ll all be together,” said Ruth softly. “United we flourish, divided we languish!” supplied Frances. Although she spoke in jest, sincere truth underlay her playful words. Their second summer together had doubly proved to the Equitable Eight the beauty of that splendid word “Comradeship.” Where the next summer found them, and how they spent it, will be told in “The Camp Fire Girls at Sweet Water Ranch.” THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Camp Fire Girls at Driftwood Heights, by Margaret Love Sanderson