Again Felipe spoke like a spoiled boy, but Gerry had no time to reply, for at this instant Mrs. Burton and Mr. Morris reached them.
Truth to tell, she had a distinct sense of relief as, slipping her arm inside her Camp Fire guardian"s, together they said their formal good-nights.
Already Felipe Morris was demanding more of Gerry than either of them realized.
CHAPTER IX
The Cantonment
A few days after their visit at the ranch, arrangements were made for Mrs. Burton and members of her party to drive over to the new cantonment which was situated on a broad mesa not many miles away.
Gerry Williams announced that because of the dust and discomfort she preferred being left behind.
Sally Ashton also declined, stating that she was not well enough to consider undertaking the long drive and then being forced to walk about over whatever portion of the camp they were permitted to inspect. After her mishap, which Sally considered no one had regarded with sufficient seriousness, she had acquired a prejudice against excursions of any character.
Sally"s att.i.tude the Camp Fire guardian understood, although she was somewhat puzzled by Gerry Williams, as always before Gerry had been enthusiastic over change and excitement. One would have supposed that among all the girls she would have been most interested in the new war camp and the possibility of seeing and meeting the young American soldiers.
Mrs. Webster would not consider the trip, feeling that her heart would only be torn by the sight of so many war preparations, and more if she should chance to come in contact with an unusually homesick boy. Her sister could bring back word of whatever she could actually _do_ to be of service, since often enough she was the pioneer who went forth in search of new ideas which Mrs. Webster put into execution.
Dan Webster was of course essential to the expedition, as he was chauffeur. Billy was not only invited, but Mrs. Burton insisted upon his accompanying them after he had very generously demurred, saying there was no reason why he should crowd the others when he really was not interested in war camps. She hoped, however, that the sight of the cantonment might exert either a mental or a spiritual influence upon him.
It was possible to manage eight in the car, although ordinarily it held but seven, yet one was willing to be a little inconvenienced under the circ.u.mstances, so the five girls, Vera Lagerloff, Bettina Graham, Alice Ashton, Marta Clark and Peggy Webster also accompanied Mrs. Burton.
The first part of the drive followed the now familiar line of the sh.o.r.e.
Yet the outlook was never the same! Now and then one would see a heron or sand crane standing upon one leg near the water, apparently lost in immortal thought; sea gulls were dipping in and out, or else riding serenely on the waves; occasionally a buzzard, grim as Odin, soared overhead.
Once Marta Clark, who was on the front seat with Dan, gave a cry of surprise. She had discovered that what she supposed a great bird winging its flight over their car, was in reality an aeroplane on a long practice flight from North Island.
Finally leaving the coast, the automobile began a long climb over an undulating line of hills. The hills were bare except for occasional bunches of cacti and bushes of bright yellow tar weed. There were acres and acres of sage brush, sometimes a field of wild buckwheat and once in a while a small grove of live oak shrubs or of red and blue gum trees.
The mesa upon which the new cantonment was springing up like a magic city was a great desert of sand and sage. For years the thousands of acres had been of no use because of the lack of water. Now great irrigating ditches had been laid and the camp was being plentifully supplied with water by the city of San Diego.
The surroundings of the camp were cheerless enough, it is true, yet there was nothing cheerless in the atmosphere of the place itself. Even as the Camp Fire party approached they felt the undercurrent of the fine new force, the splendid vitality which the war has awakened in the world.
A sentry ordered Dan to stop his car within a few yards of the officers"
quarters and Mrs. Burton was told that she must receive an official permit for their inspection of certain features of the camp.
From inside the little house, which looked like a miniature bungalow of unpainted pine, one heard the noise, not of the rattle of musketry, but the endless tip, tap, tap of many typewriters.
Captain Mason, who had been told of Mrs. Burton"s intended visit, came out to greet her and her party.
He explained that just at present there were only a few hundred soldiers within the cantonment, although they were expecting many thousands within the next few weeks.
An army of workmen were at present engaged in preparing the way for the coming of the soldiers and the big artillery.
Strolling apart from the other laborers and still carrying a large hammer, Mr. Jefferson Simpson, the late Camp Fire guide, philosopher and friend, walked over to speak to Mrs. Burton and her companions. He offered no explanation for his presence at the camp, but it was obvious he had concluded that his efforts here were of more importance than his previous occupation. The Sunrise Camp Fire had always considered his remaining with them for so long a time an obvious absurdity and presumed that it was because of Mr. Simpson"s continuing interest in Marie, although he had paid no attention to her since the breaking of their engagement.
But apparently his leading motive in life was to discover the number and variety of vocations in which he could engage.
After receiving a written order from the commanding officer for the day, Captain Mason led the way with Mrs. Burton walking beside him.
They were to be allowed to see only places of minor importance, the temporary tents and mess room, the Y. M. C. A. quarters. Mrs. Burton had explained that one of the chief reasons for their visit was a desire to find out how they might be of service in even the smallest possible way.
"You see, Captain Mason," she suggested, "we are living for the present not far behind the lines of this American war camp. In a different sense every woman and girl in our country should be a reserve soldier behind the lines until the war is over. One need not wear a uniform, or carry a gun to serve! Our American Camp Fire girls feel that they ought to be able to give as valuable service to the country as the Boy Scouts. I confess we have not yet altogether found our way."
By this time Mrs. Burton and Captain Mason had reached the Red Cross tent and now had paused for a moment outside to wait for the five girls and Dan and Billy Webster to join them.
Captain Mason nodded, waving his hand toward the open flap of the tent.
"You can help us keep our boys amused. I tell you that is the greatest problem we older officers have to meet with young, untrained soldiers.
Discipline is comparatively easy, for few of the boys resent it; but look in there!"
Mrs. Burton did look, while Bettina and Marta and Peggy, who were nearest, also gazed in over her shoulders.
Several soldiers were sitting by a long board table looking at a pile of magazines, not because they were interested, but plainly because they had nothing else on earth they could think of to do.
On a raised platform a phonograph was playing an Italian love song. Some one must have started it, although at present no one apparently was listening to the music.
Several of the soldiers were writing letters, others were yawning and half lying down on the hard wooden benches, bored and listless and homesick.
Hearing voices outside the Y.M.C.A. tent, one young officer, who also had been writing, lifted his eyes.
The same instant Bettina Graham walked quickly inside the tent, holding out her hand.
"Why, here is my lieutenant!" she exclaimed. "May I call you my lieutenant, although Marta Clark will dispute the t.i.tle? For I did reach you first after your accident and it is my first-aid treatment you seem to have survived. I did not know you had arrived at this cantonment, Lieutenant Carson. I do hope you have entirely recovered."
CHAPTER X
Plans
One afternoon, after resting for an hour or more, Mrs. Burton appeared at her little front door, wondering why she was encompa.s.sed by so unusual a silence.
The fact that at present the Sunrise camp was situated several miles from any other human habitation, with the sea stretching before it and a great ranch as its background, did not ordinarily insure it an essential silence. As a matter of fact, there were generally nine youthful persons, engaged in strenuous occupations of one kind or another, in its immediate vicinity.
This afternoon Mrs. Burton discovered that they had withdrawn to some distance from the camping grounds.
A camp fire was burning and the girls were seated about it in ceremonial fashion, with Mrs. Webster also forming one of the group. A little further off her two sons were characteristically engaged, Dan in bringing small pieces of driftwood up from the sh.o.r.e and Billy in lying upon his back, gazing toward the sky.
In truth only their Camp Fire guardian appeared deliberately to have been left out of the gathering.