The men unpacked and unsaddled the horses, and, hobbling their forefeet
together, turned them loose. Twilight had fallen and each man appeared to
be briskly set upon his own task. Glenn was cutting around the foot of a
thickly branched cedar where, he told Carley, he would make a bed for her
and Flo. All that Carley could see that could be used for such purpose was
a canvas-covered roll. Presently Glenn untied a rope from round this,
unrolled it, and dragged it under the cedar. Then he spread down the outer
layer of canvas, disclosing a considerable thickness of blankets. From
under the top of these he pulled out two flat little pillows. These he
placed in position, and turned back some of the blankets.

"Carley, you crawl in here, pile the blankets up, and the tarp over them,"
directed Glenn. "If it rains pull the tarp up over your head--and let it
rain."

This direction sounded in Glenn's cheery voice a good deal more pleasurable
than the possibilities suggested. Surely that cedar tree could not keep off
rain or snow.

"Glenn, how about--about animals--and crawling things, you know?" queried
Carley.

"Oh, there are a few tarantulas and centipedes, and sometimes a scorpion.
But these don't crawl around much at night. The only thing to worry about
are the hydrophobia skunks."

"What on earth are they?" asked Carley, quite aghast.

"Skunks are polecats, you know," replied Glenn, cheerfully. "Sometimes one
gets bitten by a coyote that has rabies, and then he's a dangerous