unconsciously graceful poise of her body.

She turned to glance anxiously at another figure lying outstretched
upon the ground only a few feet away.

This girl appeared to be sleeping. Her eyes were closed and she was
breathing fitfully.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Tory Drew, aren't you ever going to sleep?" she demanded. "Is it your
intention to sit up all night and keep guard over me? I told you that
I was not suffering in the least. My fall seems not to have injured
me, only for some strange reason has made it difficult for me to walk.
We have been longing to spend a night out of doors alone ever since we
arrived at our camp in Beechwood Forest. This is an unexpected
opportunity, yet you do not look grateful. Small wonder if you are
never going to sleep! What time do you think it is?"

Victoria Drew leaned closer toward the fire and looked at her wrist
watch.

"It is half-past twelve o'clock, Kara. The witching hour over and I
have seen no woodland spirits come to haunt us, and no human beings. I
am afraid my signals have failed to attract attention. The other girls
at camp must have decided to give us up for lost and await our return
in the morning; I am sorry for your sake. Are you sure you are not
uncomfortable?"

Tory arose and bent over her companion, not so convinced that the
entire absence from pain, which Kara insisted upon, was absolute proof
that she was not seriously hurt.

In the firelight the other girl's face appeared white and unreal. To
any one so impressionable as Tory the past few hours bore a semblance
of unreality.

Early in the morning of the previous day she and Katherine Moore had
set out from their camp in Beechwood Forest to spend the day alone
among the hills. For some time they had been planning this excursion
when the duties and amusements of camp life made a break possible. How
differently from their plan and expectation this day had gone!

As Kara was beginning to fall asleep again Tory need no longer conceal
her anxiety.

By the fire, now freshly piled with pine cones and branches, she sat
down and propping her chin in her hands, gazed deep into the burning
embers.

The night was very still, save for a light wind in the tree tops.

On the ground beside her, with a stone keeping them from blowing away,
lay the result of her day's work. She had sketched all morning while
Kara wandered about or else rested and read.

Before daylight they had wakened in t