oice!"

"Run back, Cologne, and meet the boys," said Dorothy. "Tell them to go
for a doctor!"

Glad to get away, Cologne turned, just as the boys came racing over
the hill. They stopped, at her raised hand of warning, but Nat would
not go back when he heard that Tavia had been found. Softly he made
his way along, Ralph following at some distance, while Ned and Jack
hurried to the shore near where they had left their boats. They knew
that just across the river they would find a camp, in which might be
found Dr. Ashton, from New York.

It was almost pitiable to see how Tavia clung to Dorothy, never
suspecting, of course, that Dorothy had herself gone through an
experience more trying than her own.

"Let me see her," suggested Dorothy. "I will be very careful."

She stepped within the tent. Instantly she was struck with the
resemblance between herself and the girl who lay on the cot.

The sick girl opened her eyes.

"Tavia!" she murmured.

"What, dear?" asked Dorothy, for Tavia had not yet recovered herself.

"I--am so--much better. I would--like to--sit up."

"Not just yet, dear," soothed Dorothy, putting her hand to the hot
forehead. "It will be better to rest to-night."

"But you--must not stay--longer--from your friends," she said. "Leave
me, and look for them. Then come back."

"We are here," ventured Dorothy, aware that the girl was worrying
about Tavia. "We have come to take you both home."

"Not back there!" and the girl sat bolt upright, and looked into
Dorothy's pale face.

"No, to camp, with us, with Dorothy and with Tavia. Then we will send
for your mother."

"Oh, I am so glad," she sighed, lying back on the pillow.

Nat had Tavia in his arms. She was now almost hysterical, and like the
Nat he had always been, he turned the tables by accusing Tavia of
having all the camping to herself.

"While we were digging up frog ponds looking for you," he scolded,
"here you had set yourself up in one of the best establishments in
the State."

"Oh, Nat," she sobbed. "If you only knew!"

"Every girl says that," he replied. "I suppose it would be a first
rate thing if a fellow did only know--about a girl like you." He was
doing his best to quiet her, and he knew that to scold is a good sort
of treatment for too much nerves.

Meanwhile Cologne and Ralph had ventured nearer. They seemed afraid
that a voice would harm some one, and Cologne only whispered.

"Tavia dear," she said, "whatever has happene