rection, for
then she could have gone in the carriage perhaps, and have caught a
train at the switch station. That she was staying so long away from
camp now began to worry her. What would Dorothy think!

"Uncle Sam, couldn't I get a train earlier by going over to the
station I heard you telephone to?" she asked. "I don't mind a good
walk."

"Why, yes, that's so," replied Sam. "Of course I'd like to keep you,
Betsy. You make a first-class assistant agent. But I know how you
feel, and I wouldn't have you stay longer than you wanted to. There'll
be a train here soon for the Junction, and if you are sure you can
make the other--you'll have to flag it with your handkerchief--then,
if you get left, there will be no train either way. I don't know as
you ought to risk it."

"Oh, I can manage very well," she assured him. "I'll take the train,
and get the other from the Junction, all right. I am so much obliged
to you. I would love to stay longer, if I could, but perhaps I may be
able to come up again while I'm at camp." She tried to fix up a
little, it was so miserable to have had one's clothes on all night.

"Well, there's the train," and he pulled open the switch, which was
operated by a lever in the ticket office. "Good-bye, Betsy, and I
won't forget you."

"Nor will I forget you, Uncle Sam," said Tavia with something like
real sentiment in her voice. "I am glad I got lost just to have found
you."

"Now, don't mix up the instructions," Sam Dixon warned her. "There
ain't no agent around the Junction--in fact, there ain't nothin'
around there but wild animals."

"Oh, really, wild animals?" she asked in surprise.

"Used to be a great place fer huntin', but beasts don't like the
railroad, so you don't need to be afraid of them. Good-bye, Betsy;
good-bye!"

And Tavia started for camp.

CHAPTER XVIII

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

Mrs. Hobbs came back to Dorothy as she had promised, and also, as she
had promised, she did open a window.

This open window was Dorothy's hope. If she could only slip out of it,
and drop to the little piazza below!

Mrs. Hobbs had brought up a cup of warm milk, and a slice of toast.
Dorothy took it thankfully, and felt stronger.

"You feel better now?" asked the woman. "I have to go over the hill
for berries--we have a great crop to-day, and Josh had to go away on
business." If only Dorothy knew what business! "Do you think you'll be
all right if I fetch you something to read?"

"Wh