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but she stood spellbound, watching the glowing crimson, purple and yellow
changing into orange, green, and greyish pink, and she gazed at the fiery
ball sinking slowly behind the hills.

"How lovely!" she thought, "and it's gone down in a cloud. That means
rain. It's growing very dark. Me for a quick walk down these hills before
I lose my way."

She started down the path not a little worried. She had strayed off the
main road and was on a side one leading through the woods. If only it
would keep light until she reached Camp, and then if she could strike
the broad road she'd be all right.

Walking rapidly through the woods she suddenly fancied that she hard a
low moan, as though from someone in pain.

"It's a tramp perhaps," she thought. "He may be in trouble. Well, tramp
or no tramp I must help him. I'll see."

Unafraid, Nora walked to the spot whence the cry had proceeded. Her eye
fell upon an object huddled together on the ground. As it was out of the
beaten path she stepped from branches and logs to stones and rocks
before she reached it. She stooped down and gazed at it intently; then
she uttered an exclamation of surprise.

"It's Miss Ethel!" she gasped. "God help her."

She was right. There lay Ethel Hollister--the girl who had never liked
her--the girl from whom, no matter how hard she might try, Nora could
get nothing beyond a cool "Thank you very much, Nora."

From the arm of this young woman trickled a stream of bright, red blood.
Honora wondered if she was dead. She gently shook her.

"Miss Ethel!" she called once and twice, "Are ye much hurt?" Then she
half lifted her to a sitting posture and Ethel opened her eyes.

"Oh, Miss Casey--Honora!" she gasped feebly. "Thank God it is you who
have found me. I have been so frightened. Two men were searching for
me. I passed them on the road before my horse took fright and threw me.
I heard them say: 'It must be the same girl. She rode a white horse.
Now I know who she is. She's the niece of John Hollister. Her father
is a rich New Yorker. We can sell the horse. We've got him safe, and
we can keep the girl for a ransom. Probably she's injured and is lying
somewhere around here.' Nora, I dared not breathe lest they should find
me. I prayed to God as I've never prayed before to let them pass me and
to send me help. He has answered my prayer and I'm grateful. When I heard
your footsteps I thought they had returned. Oh! I am so glad that it's
you," and s