"In that case, we are ruined," Roger muttered, smiling in spite of himself, as he dropped the tent flap behind him.
The lady visitor was sitting on a bench beside the table in the cook tent, contemplating a cup of coffee and a plate of crackers.
"Was it your idea, madam," said Ernest, attacking a pile of pancakes some ten inches high, "that your husband would find you in this camp?"
"So the Yogis say," replied Mrs. von Minden.
"Why don't you fry yourself some cakes, Mrs. von Minden?" asked Roger.
"Part of my creed is never to prepare food for myself if it is possible to get some one else to do it. A complete inertia is a vital step toward Nirvana."
Roger grunted. "Then you'll never find Nirvana in this camp, I can tell you."
"Good morning!" cried Felicia, appearing suddenly in the doorway.
"Dicky is sick," she announced, "and Charley sent me down here for the day. She said please for you not to come up because Dicky is so cross, she doesn't want any one around."
Ernest and Roger looked at each other.
"I think I'd better go up," said Roger.
"No, I'll go," insisted Ernest.
"Charley doesn't want you," cried Felicia. "She says so and she always means what she says."
"Oh, you've found that out, have you?" asked Ernest. "Well, have a flapjack; my cook is an artist."
"I've had breakfast, thank you," replied the little girl. "I'm going out and look at the things in the wagon."
"Go to it!" exclaimed Ernest. Then to Roger, "I see you've struck water at last. That news evidently impressed you less than other events, last night."
Roger nodded. "There's not much of it and it's vile to taste. But it'll take care of our camp wants and the engine. Charley suggested that if we didn't strike an adequate supply when we drove the well farther, we'd better set the plant up at their place. They'd be our first customers."
"Better not take her up till you've done a lot of experimenting down here," said Ernest, quickly.
"I don't expect to do much experimenting," replied Roger. "But I've started here and I'll keep on here, especially since this unexpected mix up."
Mrs. von Minden, who seemed to have been lost in thought ever since Felicia's appearance, now spoke suddenly, but with closed eyes.
"No, don't leave this spot. You are destined to great good luck here."
The two men looked at each other. Ernest shrugged his shoulders and Roger sighed and asked: "Did the pump come?"
"Yes, and the hose and the pipe for the condenser. We brought that and the glass, the cement, more lumber, and the drum of sulphur dioxide. There are two more big loads down there."