s the spark that
produces the flame?"

"The Torch Bearer," answered Harriet in a low voice. Her face now
seemed to be burning almost as hotly as was the council fire before
her.

"What are the further duties of a Torch Bearer?"

"To act as a leader of her fellows in their sports and in their more
serious occupations, to assist them in learning that work, that
accomplishment, bring the greater joys of life; to assist the guardian
in any and all ways," was the low-spoken reply.

"Correct. And having more than fulfilled the requirements, I now
appoint you to be a Torch Bearer, a real leader in the Camp Girls'
organization, thus entitling you to wear that much-coveted emblem, the
crossed logs, flame and smoke. Workers, arise and salute your Torch
Bearer with the grand hailing sign of the tribe!"

CHAPTER XII

MYSTERY ON A SAND BAR

"I--I thank you."

Harriet, placing the right hand over the heart, bowed low, and the
ceremony was complete. The voices of the Wau-Wau Girls were raised in
singing, "My Country, 'Tis of Thee." Then they ran forward, fairly
smothering Harriet with their embraces and congratulations.

"You forget that I am the real hero," Tommy reminded them; whereat
they picked up the little girl and tried to toss her back and forth,
with the result that she was dropped on the ground.

The guardians added their congratulations as soon as they succeeded in
getting close enough to Harriet to do so. Grace also came in for her
share of congratulation and praise, with which she was well content.

"Come, girls," urged Miss Elting, "you know we have to make our beds,
and the hour is getting late."

"I'm not thleepy," protested Grace, "I could thtay awake for ageth."

"You will be by the time we find our sleeping place. It is some
little distance from here." Harriet glanced at the guardian
inquiringly.

"Yes, it is the cabin," answered Miss Elting. "Mrs. Livingston lost no
time in arranging for us to occupy it, though I am not at all certain
that it is the wise thing to do under the circumstances."

"Under what circumstances?" asked Harriet.

"Storms."

"But they can do us no harm."

"We shall have to take for granted that they will not. Mrs. Livingston
sent to town to ask permission of the owner, who readily granted it.
He had forgotten that he owned the cabin. It seems that no one has
occupied it in several years. Mrs. Livingston also obtained some new
blankets for us, but for to-night w