a very determined character. You
would never have known her for the once pale, awkward, embarrassed
teacher at Miss Tolliver's school. Her shoulders had broadened, her
cheeks were ruddy, her sandy hair was burned to gold. Miss Jenny's
muscles were hard and her step vigorous. She had become a hewer of wood
and a drawer of water. Pioneer life had certainly agreed with her. She
could walk as far and endure as much as Phyllis Alden herself, who was
the hardiest of the four girls.

Phyllis and Madge were enraptured with their chaperon's suggestion that
they make a second trip across the island. They had never ceased to
think and to talk of the poor fellow who had sent out his cry for help
to them.

Lillian and Eleanor stayed at home to take care of the lodge. Madge,
Phil and their chaperon crossed the island without any special
difficulty, and found the secluded house as before; the deaf and dumb
boy sat outside on guard. A few rods off the gypsy woman worked near
her tent.

Miss Jenny Ann went directly up to her and inquired for her master.

The gypsy woman made no answer, except to shake her fist and utter
unintelligible threats. She commanded her son to drive the intruders
away, but Jeff, the gypsy lad, never stirred.

"I insist on knowing if your master is in his house, or, if he has gone
away, when he will return," demanded Miss Jones.

The gypsy's answer was to pick up a huge stone and hurl it at Madge's
head.

At this Miss Jenny Ann, a few weeks before the most timid of women,
seized the gypsy by the shoulders and pushed her inside her tent.

"Don't come out again," ordered Miss Jenny. "We intend to wait here
until your master comes to speak to us. I don't suppose he will be
absent any length of time."

"He ain't going to be back until just before night," the gypsy
muttered. But she made no effort, at first, to come out of her tent.

Miss Jenny Ann took up her position on a log half-way between the house
and the tent. She insisted that her companions rest near her. It was
early afternoon. Now that they knew their way, the trip across the
island had occupied only half the length of time that it had taken when
Madge and Phil crossed.

Madge and Phil craned their necks and stared at the house.

The deaf and dumb boy grinned cheerfully at them. Except for his
presence the house looked silent and deserted. Perhaps the prisoner had
been taken away.

"Miss Jenny Ann, do you remember the story of Richard, th