f that bank of rocks
I will go below. It is such a convenient place to throw things.
Tommy, look out that you don't throw your dishes over when you go out.
I think I will just wash that chimney before we go any further."

"Whatever you do don't drop it!" exclaimed Miss Elting. "We cannot get
along without the lamp."

"We can build up a fire outside, if necessary. I rather think that
would be a better idea still. What do you say, Mr. Grubb?"

Janus consulted his whiskers, then decided that the idea was an
excellent one. He said he would go out and get some fuel for the fire,
and did so. While he was thus engaged, Harriet cleaned the lamp
chimney, Miss Elting hung canvas over the glassless windows and the
other girls washed and put away the few dishes that had been used. A
fine, large fire was started on the ledge of rock that extended out
from the "Shelter" to a drop-off of some twenty feet. Harriet was very
much interested in the fire that night. Then, after it was well
started, she walked to the edge, and, with her back to the flames,
peered down.

All at once she started to run down the path to the left. She called
to Jane to come with her. They had to clamber over some rough ground
in order to reach a point below the hut. The light from the fire made
the shadows dance down there.

"I saw something glisten down here," explained Miss Burrell. "I am
certain it was a tin can. Wouldn't it be fine were we to find our
canned supplies down here, Jane?"

"Then it is fine, for here's the very thing you were looking for." The
Irish girl stooped, then held up a tin can. Harriet uttered a little
exclamation and reached for it. "But it's empty," chuckled Jane.

"Oh, fudge! Some one has thrown it over. Other picnic parties have
been up here. Besides, this is not one of our cans. But that doesn't
mean we shan't find any of our own. Look hard, Jane."

"I'm looking hard, so hard that my eyes ache," replied Jane dryly. An
instant later she cried out, "Will you look at that?"

Harriet was at her side in a couple of seconds from the uttering of
that cry. Then she, too, raised her voice in a shout that called her
companions from the hut. Miss Elting came out carrying the lamp.
Janus took it from her, and, standing on the very edge in the full
light of the campfire, held the lamp above his head and peered down.

"What is it?" cried the guardian.

"We have found our canned stuff and a whole lot of our e