nded Dorothy, as she, too, got
away from the tree where Jeff was tied. "I don't fancy either of us
will die of hunger!"

"Not in the Maine woods!" Cologne predicted.

Then they lost sight of each other.

Only Jeff was left to mark the spot from which they started.

CHAPTER XII

THE EDGY-EDGE!

Dorothy stood and looked down. It was a very steep descent, and the
bottom, a black sheet of water, that looked like ink.

The danger of the spot seemed to fascinate her. Then the thought that
perhaps poor, wilful Tavia had fallen down such a place; that perhaps
at that very moment, she lay alone, helpless, at the bottom of a
cliff!

"But there is a road down there," Dorothy mused. "I never would have
thought to find a roadway along those rocks. Even the Indians, who
very likely, made most of these trails, might easily have found a
better and safer road to and from the same woodland ways."

Then she remembered that the lumbermen had use of streams in their
traffic, and she decided that this was one of the roads made for their
log teams.

Still fascinated with the danger, she looked over again. A sudden
dizziness seized her. She tried to step back, but the ledge seemed to
crumble beneath her feet!

Staring wildly at the black water below, she was pitched
forward--down, down, down!

Then she thought the water would save her; that it was not rough and
sharp like the rocks! She thought she would rest awhile on that soft
bed! After that she ceased to think!

Dorothy Dale lay there alone, unconscious!

Trundling along the narrow roadway, old Josiah Hobbs and his wife,
Samanthy, rode in their farm wagon. They had been to town with berries
and in the back of the covered vehicle the empty crates told quite as
plainly as the contented smile on the wrinkled faces of the couple,
that berries were in demand that morning, and that the Hobbs' kind had
met a ready market.

Near the elbow in the lower road, at the foot of the precipice, where
lay so still the form of pretty Dorothy Dale, the old horse slowed up.
Mrs. Hobbs saw the girl lying by the water's edge.

"Mercy on us, Josiah!" she cried. "It's a girl!"

"Sure as you live!" replied the old man, giving the reins a jerk.
"What can have happened to the little one?"

"Pray to goodness she ain't dead!" went on Samanthy. "Let me get to
her!" and before her husband could straighten his cramped limbs, she
had crawled out, and was beside Dorothy.

"Is she?" asked