“And now what to do?” asked Bob. Kirk thought seriously for a moment; then he came forth with a plan. “Let’s have supper now, and then Bob can ride right back to the camp, and tell them the good news. It would be too late for you girls to go, after your hard day, and besides, it may rain. So we’ll stay here--you girls can have the cabin, and I’ll sleep somewhere near outside. Then tomorrow we’ll start early for camp.” After the boys made a fire in the fire-place, the girls cooked supper, glad of the opportunity to get warm and dry. In spite of the bread they had already eaten, both Marjorie and Daisy were still very hungry. With the exception of what they were saving for breakfast, they ate everything in sight. When the meal was finally concluded, Bob rose reluctantly to go. The rain had stopped, and there was a beautiful sunset over the hills. Marjorie and Daisy and Kirk went out doors to see it, and to wave goodbye to their messenger. “My, but we were lucky!” breathed Marjorie, as she turned into the cabin, to clear away the supper. “I’ll say we were!” added Daisy, fervently. CHAPTER XV. REVELATIONS. While the girls busied themselves in the cabin, Kirk went to look after the horses, and to find himself a place for the night. The ground was still wet, but he felt that with the protection of his poncho he could manage for one night. “It does seem selfish to keep this cabin,” remarked Marjorie, when they were alone, “when the ground will be so wet for Kirk. Still, there are two of us, and only one of him. And,” she added, “besides, we’re girls.” “I don’t really think Kirk minds,” said Daisy. “He isn’t one bit selfish.” “No, he isn’t! And by the way, Daisy, don’t you like him a whole lot better than you did at first?” “Yes, only that I always did like him. And I never blamed him in the least for running away from Irene Judson so persistently.” “Well, he’s been awfully nice to me lately,” said Marjorie. “When we were fishing together yesterday morning, I told him about the radio, and he is going to order it for me when we get back to camp, and will help put it up when it comes.” “That’s great!” exclaimed Daisy. “Do you know, Marj, I was hoping he would be the one you would ask. He seems so capable. But don’t you hope we get it soon?” “I certainly do!” replied Marjorie. “But I guess we will, for everything seems to be going so well with the troop. Only--we haven’t found another troop good-turn!” “No, but we soon will, somehow,” said her companion, cheerfully. “We always do. I’ll leave it to you. You’ll find a forest fire to stop, or a doctor’s life to save, or--” “That will do!” commanded Marjorie, sternly. She was too modest to listen indefinitely to an account of her previous good deeds. “Come, let’s go sit in the doorway, and watch for Kirk.” They sat for a short time, watching the fading light in the sky, and talking little. At last the young man returned, bringing his folding cup filled with water for them.