Spencer had become worried, and the ambulance was
just starting back for us when fortunately we appeared. Miss Hayes
cannot understand yet why I went down to that wagon. The child does
not fear tramps and desperadoes, simply because she has never
encountered them. Whether my move was wise or unwise, I knew that down
on the road we could run--up among the rocks we could not. Besides, I
have the satisfaction of knowing that once in my life I outgeneraled a
man--two men--and whether they were friends or foes I care not now. I
was wearing an officer's white cork helmet at the time, and possibly
that helped matters a little. But why did they call to us--why beckon
for us to come down? It was my birthday too. That evening Mrs. Spencer
made some delicious punch and brought out the last of the huge fruit
cake she made for the trip. We had bemoaned the fact of its having all
been eaten, and all the time she had a piece hidden away for my
birthday, as a great surprise.
We have had one very stormy day. It began to rain soon after we broke
camp in the morning, not hard, but in a cold, penetrating drizzle.
Captain and Mrs. Spencer were riding that day and continued to ride
until luncheon, and by that time they were wet to the skin and shaking
from the cold. We were nearing the falls, the elevation was becoming
greater and the air more chilling every minute.
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