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As had been expected and hoped, there was no objection raised at the home of Grace, and two days later found the happy four, under the guidance of Captain Clark, on their way to Camp Nomoko, in the Allbright Woods.
To say that their stay at Nomoko was a delight to the girls is putting it very faintly indeed. They hiked and fished and finally Cleo succeeded in baking a specimen in a clay ball and it was voted most excellent, and credited to her scout record as "home cooking in the woods."
"No, he is to go back to his own duties as soon as he leaves us at Nomoko," answered Captain Clark in a low voice. "But he will bring us home Tuesday, when my friends return to their tents." "And will we be left all alone in the camp, without means of getting out of the woods if we want to go?" asked Margaret.
It was decided two outfits were necessary, and the uniforms packed easiest. Captain Clark's friends had even sent their car for the girls to make the trip to Nomoko, so there was really little for the quartette to do except pack up and start. As Cleo had remarked it was almost camping de luxe. The journey, though enjoyable, was almost lost in the real joy of camping anticipation.
"This is Nomoko," said Captain Clarke, as she nodded a greeting to the colored caretaker and his wife, the latter appearing in the door of the shack, with a red bandanna handkerchief tied around her kinky head. "I have been here before." "Are you all right?" asked Zeb, the colored man. "No accidents or nothin'?" "Nothing at all, Zeb, I'm glad to say," was the Captain's answer.
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