With a sudden, sharp, jerk, he pulled the door wide open, casting a swift glance at the visitors before he followed the precaution of stepping behind it. To his amazement, however, no rough, masculine characters confronted him; but two very forlorn wet girls. Daisy and Marjorie were standing at the door, holding on to their horses’ bridles! The girls’ expressions changed quickly from apprehension and hostility to joy and thankfulness. Dropping the horses’ bridles, they both rushed into the cabin, almost embracing Kirk and Bob at the pleasure of seeing their familiar faces. “But how did you ever get here?” demanded Marjorie, as soon as she could get her breath. “Are we anywhere near camp?” “No--miles away!” laughed Kirk. “But how did you girls ever get here? We’ve been out hunting for you!” “I think I had better go out and put your horses with ours,” interrupted Bob. “It’s a sort of shelter, behind the cabin. I’ll be right back.” While he was gone, the girls took off their hats, whose brims were still dripping pools of water, and made an attempt to get dry. Kirk went to his bag and drew out some bread for them, which he told them to eat at once. When Bob returned, their first pangs of hunger were somewhat satisfied, and Marjorie started to explain their plight as well as she could. “We didn’t even know we were off the trail,” she said, “until we suddenly began to get hungry. I looked at my watch, and was surprised to find that it was almost noon. So we turned about, and went back until we found another trail. “We kept on that for a long time without success, and then we knew we were hopelessly lost. We hadn’t an idea what to do. “And just as we were trying to map out some sort of scheme, it began to rain. Of course you know how hard it rained, too, and we naturally looked for shelter. “Suddenly we spied a big rock, hanging over a hollow in the ground. At least, we decided, this would protect us on one side, and we know there was no use of wandering about wildly in the rain. So we got off our horses and tied them to the only tree in sight. Then we went under our rock.” “And it was a real good shelter, too,” put in Daisy. “The rain seemed to be coming the other direction, and we were quite dry.” “We must have sat there for half an hour, when as you remember, the storm began to abate a little. Then we resolved to go out again. But we had ridden for only about fifteen minutes when it began again, harder than ever. And we couldn’t find our rock!” “Je-rusalem!” exclaimed Bob. “That was tough!” “Well, we just about despaired,” said Marjorie. “Then we thought if we could get higher up, maybe we could see where we were. So we made for this spot. Imagine our joy when we found this cabin!” “And our greater joy in finding you two!” added Daisy. “Now tell us how you happened to be here.” Briefly the young men related their adventures, stating, of course, that they--the two girls--were the object of their search.