ut off the arm remained where it was, and the cables
gradually stopped swinging.

"Say, Don, how long shall I stand here waiting?"

"Just a minute--I'm trying another handle," said Don.

He had spied a smaller handle near the large one, so he turned on the
large one that sent the crane out over Dot's head, and then, seeing that
the cables were almost over a log, he pulled back the small lever.

"Wait a minute, until I catch hold of these lines," shouted Dot, but Don
had already pulled the small lever over.

As he did so, the grappling hook caught hold of Dot's belt of patent
leather that fastened her heavy coat about the waist. The smaller lever
locked the irons and Dot was swung up high in the air as Don pulled back
the large lever. He was so intent upon the machine that he failed to
see his sister up about twenty feet in the air suspended over the logs.

Dot was so surprised that she failed to utter a sound for a moment, but
as soon as she felt herself going up in the air she started to scream.
One scream after the other rent the quiet forest morning until Don
became so excited he forgot which lever to pull that would let the crane
come down to the ground again. He pulled out the right one and swung Dot
over to the forest trees, then he pushed it back and swung her back
again.

Meantime, no one missed the twins for they were supposed to be asleep
in bed. The chess game was very exciting and, after that, Cookee served
some hot lemonade and cakes, so that the men and bosses enjoyed a
veritable party. It was later than usual when they said good-night and
Mrs. Starr went to her cabin to find Babs dreaming and beating the bed
in her effort to wake up.

In the morning, Jim had a lame back and stayed in bed longer than usual.
Being Sunday morning, the breakfast was later than on work days, and Jim
took advantage of this.

Lavinia awoke and called the twins but received no answer. She jumped up
and looked in the bunks. Dot's was empty but pulled to pieces, while
Don's sheets were dragged down and the blanket gone. Instantly, Lavinia
recalled kidnapping stories, and bears and Indians carrying away little
children.

She opened the door and cried for her mother to come.

"Mumzie, I can't find the twins, and I can't think where they have
gone!" wept Lavinia.

"Oh, just about somewhere with Mike," replied Mr. Starr, to console
Lavinia and allay his wife's fear.

"But their blankets are gone and Don's bed hasn't bee