h, some sort of brown stuff. I've seen Mother Beppo smoke it. It makes
her oh so sleepy. So I gave some to him and he's sound asleep now."

"Must have been opium," declared Roy. "Wren, do you know that you are
a very bad young lady?"

"I'd do anything for you. You're so good and kind to me," said the
child, as she rapidly cut the ropes.

For a time the boys, after being freed, just lay there, unable to move.
But after a while circulation set in and they began to move their limbs.
In half an hour the trio crept out of the tent and, crossing the
"island," traversed the trunk bridge.

"Wait a minute," said Roy, when they reached the other side.

"What are you going to do?"

"Make that whole outfit prisoners till the officers of the law can get
up here."

He took a broken branch as a lever and with Jimsy's assistance toppled
the log down into the canon.

"Now I guess they'll stay put for a while," he said.

And they did. That was why, when a posse came up to capture the band,
they carried materials for building a bridge across the canon. It may
as well be said here that the band received heavy sentences, it being
proved at their trial that they had made a practice of kidnapping
children and then trying to collect ransoms for them.

There was a happy scene next day at the Parker home when Mrs. Harvey,
a sweet-faced woman of middle age, arrived. After one look at Wren she
swayed and then, recovering herself, called out in the voice that only
a mother knows:

"Sylvia!"

"Mother!" screamed the child, and rushed into her open arms.

The tide of memory, driven to low ebb by ill-treatment and hardship,
had rushed back with full force. The Wren, the gipsy waif, was once
more Sylvia Harvey. A doctor said later that such cases were frequent
following a severe shock. It was then that they recalled how the child
had almost recollected some of her past life during the thunderstorm.

The happiness of little Wren and her mother in their reunion was shared
by all of the party who had been instrumental in effecting it, for every
one of them, including Jake, had become attached to the quiet little
girl and rejoiced in her good fortune.

When Mrs. Harvey and Sylvia departed for the railway station the
following day behind a pair of Mr. Parker's steady horses they were
accompanied by the four aeroplanes, which hovered over them like so
many sturdy guardian angels.

And when the train bore them away they watched the returnin