contestants could not see one
another at all.

"I think this is splendid!" panted Bessie. "This being on our honor.
Either side could cheat, and the other wouldn't know it--but neither
side will."

"Oh, there's no fun in cheating," said Dolly, scornfully. "If I win
anything, I want to know I've really won it, not that I got it because
I was smarter than someone else that way."

"That's right. Of course it's no fun to cheat! I always wonder why
people who cheat play games at all. I don't believe they really know
themselves, or they wouldn't do it."

Then came the last part of the ascent, and they went at it with a will,
though they were ready for a rest. But when they reached the summit,
and were able to stand still at last in an open space almost altogether
clear of trees they were amply rewarded for all their exertions.

First of all they looked eagerly to the south, toward the peak that was
the twin of their own. A happy exclamation burst from them
simultaneously.

"No smoke there yet!" cried Bessie.

"We're here in time!" echoed Dolly.

"We mustn't waste any time, though," cried Bessie. "Get your sticks
started while I lay a fire, Dolly."

Swiftly Dolly sank to her knees and arranged her fire-making apparatus,
the bow, the socket and the drill. Then, while she drew the bow
steadily and slowly, making the drill revolve in the socket which was
full of punk, Bessie brought small, dry sticks and a few leaves, so
that when the spark came in the punk, it would have fuel upon which to
feed.

"There it is--the fire!" cried Dolly. "See how it runs along in the
leaves, Bessie."

First a little glowing ember; then tiny flames, that crackled and
sputtered. And then arose a wisp of smoke. Carefully Bessie piled on
stick after stick, carefully chosen and well dried by sun and wind, so
that they would burn quickly.

"Oh, the beautiful fire!" cried Dolly. "I do love it, Bessie. See,
how it runs along. Really, it's a splendid fire!"

Merrily it blazed up, bright and clear.

"Now we want some green wood that will make a smoke," said Dolly.
"Here's some. I think it's burning well enough now, don't you?"

"Yes. Let's make the smoke now."

On went the green, damp wood, resinous and full of oil. And in a
moment a thick smoke hid the bright, leaping flames.

"Here's the blanket!" cried Dolly. "Catch the other side--now!"

Standing on either side of the fire, the blanket held over it, they
dipped