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to them sometimes when they were frightened. I don't believe she kissed
her good night, either. There was not much kissing in those days.

When Firefly was safely stowed away, Limberleg climbed farther up the
tree to find a place for Firetop. But he had already found one for
himself and was beginning to make his bed. When he was swung from his
branches like a big cocoon, Hawk-Eye and Limberleg made themselves as
comfortable as they could on the lower limbs of the tree. The western
sky was all aflame with yellow and red, as they settled themselves for
the night, and the birds sang them to sleep.

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Two.

When Firetop opened his eyes the next morning, he couldn't think where
he was. He tried to flop over, as he could so easily do when sleeping
on his wolf-skins in the cave. But he found himself securely tied. He
lifted his head and looked out. The sun was just rising over the blue
hills across the river. He looked down through the tree-branches to see
his father and mother.

They were not there! For a moment he thought perhaps he had dreamed it
all. "I often go to all sorts of strange places when I am asleep," he
said to himself. "Pretty soon I'll wake up in the cave." He waited to
wake up, but he didn't wake up. He kept right on being out of doors and
up a tree, and his parents kept on being gone. Then he remembered all
about everything.

He called to Firefly, "Are you there?"

She answered in a sleepy voice, "Yes."

"Are you sure?" Firetop called back; "because Father and Mother
aren't."

"Aren't what?" said Firefly, getting wider awake.

"Aren't there," Firetop answered.

Firefly lifted her head and tried to roll over. If she had not been
tied she would have rolled out of bed. She looked down, too. The
branches were certainly empty.

What would you do if you were to wake up in the morning and find
yourself tied in bed and your father and mother gone and no breakfast
ready? Well, they did just the same thing! They simply yelled. They
had good strong lungs and they made a great deal of noise. When they
stopped, they heard a distant shout that sounded like their own. "Ow,
ow, ow." It came back to them from two different directions.

"That's not Father's voice," said Firetop.

"Nor Mother's," said Firefly.

"It's somebody's. It must be theirs. Let's call again," said Firetop.

They nearly split their