Ethel Hollister's Second Summer as a Campfire Girl

er of Nature. She turned and

spellbound, watching the glowing crimson, purple and yellow changing into orange, gre

loud. That means rain. It's growing very dark. Me for

and was on a side one leading through the woods. If only it would keep light until

suddenly fancied that she hard a low

"He may be in trouble. Well, tramp or

r on the ground. As it was out of the beaten path she stepped from branches and logs to stones and rocks be

l!" she gasped.

liked her-the girl from whom, no matter how hard she might try,

ng woman trickled a stre

she was dead. She

e ye much hurt?" Then she half lifted her to

te horse. Now I know who she is. She's the niece of John Hollister. Her father is a rich New Yorker. We can sell the horse. We've got him safe, and we can keep the girl for a ransom. Probably she's injured and is lying somewhere around here.' Nora, I dared not breathe

wn and took h

r pain, my de

ble. He turned into these woods and started to run. I was knocked off by the branch of a tree. I don't know how long I'v

g about her face. Evidently she was suffering agony, and to make ma

house or a vehicle in sight. A damp chill pervaded the ai

ing and starting to roll from the girl's arm the sleeve of her blouse. "I

uts, wounds and bruises, went to work as though

st hers. Both women wore silk petticoats.

d off her linen skirt. It was perfectly clean. With he

e, for now it was water that she needed. Taking Ethel's hat from the tree she started up the road where to h

as to be sure that the starch was out of them sh

shed the girl's face and then proceeded to tear open the sleeve, cleansing the wound with a fresh hatful of water. She did i

ising and pushing back from her brow one curly lo

," exclaimed Ethel, "and I ha

d not to hea

nd, my dear?

ght were you to do so, and the men may be hiding near even now. Don't go, I beseech. I know I am selfish and I've been unkind to you, but forgive

red-"I'm so chilly, N

ut on, and raising Ethel to a sitting posture she first put in h

r-not if we stay together all night in these woods. But I must think how we can ma

on, Nora!" exclaimed Ethe

couldn't wear it now, for I'm g

Ethel. Then suddenly there appeared a

a child did ye ever play pig-a-back?

ied me up to bed that way,"

atient, for, Ethel, we must reach camp some way. Doubtless they are searching for us even now, but this is a side road far from the main one. They'll never think to

ould not exert herself and forget her pain. Then, too, if what she had told her were tr

Nora's recent physical culture exercises, making an almost superhuman effort she arose with her burden on her back. Then grasping the girl's knees she held them firmly, there

e wounded girl, trying to encourage her to bear her pain. The rain pelted in Honora's face, often blinding her.

main road, and after a few more

lden times looked for the fire from their camp

out to start on searching tours. They had sent word by Mr. Adams to Harvey, and there he and his patrol stood ready to start. Uncle John with the second party were there as well. In some way the horse had esca

rt missing, and carrying on her back a hysterical, shrieking girl, while with no apparent effort she walked steadily

and laid her on the Camp bed tha

the blood and bandage her arm, and second to bind her ankle in such a surgeon-like manner, say nothing of carrying her on your back for over a

as she was, upon your back-let alone bringing her through the pouring rain a dark night like

ired. Miss Kate came forwar

vote of thanks to this brave girl," and taking Nora's

rd her moan and found her. I couldn't go away and leave her helpless and alone in a blinding storm, and

ay in the woods

ped out. She had heard of the accident thro

w moments she rushed out an

irl," she sobbed, kissi

er while I live s

the girl. "Miss Nora, you're a fine young woman and

you. You're a dead game sport," and he wrung her hands hea

re a regular Scout-you

miled

id. "I am very tired. I

nig