rming her, also consoled Tavia.

"It is not bad here," she said. "I am sure there are cottages near
by."

"I--don't--remember," breathed Molly. "I guess I was never out this
way before."

"If only I knew---- But what is the use of my acting like a baby?"
exclaimed Tavia. "I am sure the folks at camp think me dead. Dorothy,
especially, will be heartbroken."

"They are taking him away!"

The men had seized the struggling Morrison, and were carrying him to
the roadside, where the wagon stood waiting.

Tavia wondered if she was doing right or wrong in not making her
presence known. Then she thought how hard it would be to have Mary
again placed in a sanitarium, and she decided to fight her way alone.
But it was getting dark. They could now barely see the men lifting
that struggling form into the closely-covered wagon.

"I wonder how they knew he was here?" mused Tavia. "If they had not
found him what would have become of us?"

"Oh, my foot! I am sure something is broken!"

With these words Molly sank down, helpless. The wagon had rattled off,
and again the girls were alone in that deep wood, with night settling
down.

"I am strong," declared Tavia. "I can carry you."

"But where can we go? Oh, I did not know I was hurt! I am afraid my
leg is broken!" sobbed Molly.

"There must be some house or hut near here," declared Tavia, "and I
will carry you along until we reach it. We can not spend the night
here, starving."

The strange girl was indeed light in weight. Naturally slight, her
sickness had also taken flesh from her, so that when Tavia put her
arms about her, and the other threw her arms over Tavia's shoulders,
the two trudged along over the rough path, and soon were out on a
roadway.

"There is a camp over there," said Tavia, as they came in sight of
something white, just showing through the sunset. "We must go to
that."

"I can walk," insisted Molly. "It is too much----"

"So can I carry you," argued Tavia, "and if you have any bones broken
you must not strain them further."

It did seem a long way to the tent, but the road that led up to it
showed travel, and was therefore more easily followed.

"Strange I am not afraid of anything," murmured Molly. "If we do have
to stay in the woods all night, I shall not be afraid."

"That is because you are stunned--you had a very bad fall," said
Tavia. "I feel that way myself--I have gone through a great deal,
lately, too."

"Now, let me walk--it is o