h,
and I could hear it'th teeth thnap. It wath going to bite me."

"Nonsense, child. You were dreaming. Did you have a late supper?"

"We ate supper, after midnight," explained Harriet.

"That accounts for it. Get back into bed, at once, girls. I am Miss
Partridge, your guardian."

"I am Harriet Burrell. This is Grace Thompson," introduced Harriet, as she
slipped back into her cot.

"Now that I understand I shall not be alarmed again," said the guardian.
"I trust you will be quiet, Miss Thompson. Remember you are disturbing
others when you permit yourself to raise your voice."

"Yeth'm," answered Tommy. The guardian tucked her into bed, then left the
tent.

"Don't you dare to jump on me again," warned Cora in a low voice.

"She didn't mean to," answered Harriet. "I am sure Grace is sorry that she
disturbed you."

"Yeth. Beg your pardon," said Grace. "But what wath it that growled at
me?"

"I tell you, you're haunted," answered Cora. Tommy snuggled down
trembling. She had begun to believe that she was haunted. After this
interruption the girls slept soundly until late in the night, when all
those in that part of the camp were again aroused by a series of piercing
screams and cries for help. The cries sounded from the tent occupied by
Harriet and Tommy. Not only Miss Partridge, but the Chief Guardian came
running to the scene.

The interior of the tent was in an uproar, but as the guardians neared the
scene they were alarmed to discover that the cries came from without
rather than from within the tent.

Then a further startling discovery was made. A little white clad figure
crouched on the ground a few feet outside the entrance to the tent She was
screaming with terror. Beside her was Harriet Burrell, shaking the
screaming Tommy.

"Stop it! Stop it!" commanded Harriet.

"Yes, please do. You will have the camp in an uproar," commanded Mrs.
Livingston. "Come inside at once. Miss Burrell, will you kindly assist
your friend in? Miss Partridge tells me this young woman raised a
disturbance once before this evening. I fear the late supper was too much
for her. Now, my dear," added the Chief Guardian kindly. "Tell me all
about it."

Tommy sat terror-stricken on the edge of her cot. Patricia Scott and Cora
Kidder likewise were sitting on the edges of their cots. They did not
appear to be frightened. They looked bored and disgusted.

"It wath the motht terrible thing," breathed Grace.

"You must have been dr