belt hatchet Harriet selected and cut such boughs as she
desired and placed them in a pile, afterward to be carried out to the
cabin on the Lonesome Bar. Later on they were assisted by the other
Meadow-Brook Girls. They covered the floor of the cabin with the
fragrant green boughs until Tommy declared that it made her "thleepy"
just to smell it. In the meantime, those of their companions who were
not engaged with camp duties were strolling about along the beach near
the camp, discussing what Harriet had told them at breakfast that
morning. It was all right to tell them to pick up the trail, but what
trail was it, and how were they to find it? Even the guardians were
not beyond curiosity in the matter, and they, too, when they thought
themselves unobserved, might have been seen looking eagerly about for
the "trail." All this amused Harriet Burrell very much.

With her group, Harriet was at the cabin arranging the boughs, when
they were summoned to camp by three blasts of the fish horn used for
the various signals employed by Camp Wau-Wau. Something had happened
in camp.

"Thomebody hath found it!" cried Tommy, shooting a quick glance of
inquiry at Harriet Burrell. The latter flushed, then burst out
laughing after a look toward the miniature forest of spindling pines.

"I hope they have. But I may tell you, my dear Tommy, that they
haven't found either the trail or my buried treasure."

"You must know pretty well where it is," said Miss Elting, eyeing
Harriet steadily for a few seconds. "Come, we must not delay answering
that summons."

They did not delay. The Meadow-Brook Girls responded promptly, making
a run for it in good order.

"There's a motor car," shouted Jane, when they came in sight of the
camp. "O darlin's, maybe it is a new car Daddy has sent down for me to
take the place of the one that is drowned."

Jane leaped on ahead of her companions, intent upon reaching the camp.
Harriet sprinted up beside her, almost as much excited as was Crazy
Jane herself.

The two girls easily outdistanced their companions in a very few
moments. It was a race between them to see who should first reach the
camp. Harriet fell behind slightly as her quick eyes made out a figure
sitting in front of the Chief Guardian's tent. The figure was that of
a man and he was conversing with Mrs. Livingston.

Jane uttered a sudden shrill cry. She, too, had discovered the visitor
and recognized him.

"It's Daddy. It's my dear old Dad