me I hear voices," she thought. "I must go in to shore."

Gracefully she swung into the grassy bank. No sooner had her paddle
sent her boat within reach of shore than she saw----

"Oh, my! It is our camp!" she yelled frantically, jumping out, and
attempting to run up the hill toward the barn. But eager ears had
heard her voice.

The next moment Dorothy Dale was clasped in the arms of her father.

CHAPTER XXV

LOOKING FOR TAVIA

What joy there was in that camp when Major Dale actually carried in
Dorothy!

A signal had been arranged to notify those in the woods if any good
news came, and as Major Dale placed his daughter in the arms of
Cologne, Mrs. Markin ran out of doors, and blew the big horn, until
she had no more breath left.

This was heard by Jack, Ned and Nat, who were just then preparing to
drag the lake.

There were no words to express the joy all felt, but Dorothy looked
around for Tavia, and asked frantic questions.

"You must not think of her," insisted Mrs. Markin, bringing in some
warm tea. "You have done enough for her. Of course," she hurried to
add, seeing the look that came into Dorothy's face, "we will find her,
but you are not to leave this camp--well, I don't know when we will
let you leave it again."

"Oh, you darling!" Cologne was crying hysterically. "I can never let
you out of my sight again! To think that I should have done so in
those deep woods."

"I have had a great time exploring," said Dorothy, sipping the
refreshing tea, "and I think, Cologne, that there are many kinds of
camping days. But if you will only let me go out, I have an idea I
know where Tavia might be."

Then she told of her trip on the lake, and how quickly the young
canoeists left the water to answer a call of a clew having been found.

Ned stood looking down at Dorothy, to make sure that she was in the
flesh. Mrs. White had not been told of Dorothy's disappearance. They
felt, however, that they would have had to notify her had Dorothy
remained away until another sundown.

Nat was speechless. His handsome face showed the signs of his days and
nights of anxiety, and he was not entirely relieved since there was
even now no clew to Tavia.

"Let's go up the river," he suggested. "At least Dorothy is safe, and
we can leave her, but Tavia----"

"I could not stay indoors," declared Dorothy. "I should go to pieces!
The only thing that will save me is action. Let me help look for
Tavia!"

She pleaded