must go to the lake, John, and hide
Jess there. You don't want Mr. Randall to take her away, do you?"

"Indeed I don't," was the emphatic reply. "Oh, mother, it is good of
you to do all this, and help us to keep Jess. We can go at once before
Randall comes back."

Picking up the two bundles, he hurried out of the house, and was back
again in a few minutes for the baskets.

"You lock up, mother," he said. "I will turn the car. We can explain
everything to Jess on the way."

As they sped down the road, Mrs. Hampton explained the reason for their
hurried flight. The girl was greatly pleased, and delighted at the
idea of hiding in the wilderness.

"It is so good of you to help me in my trouble," she replied. "My
father is a determined man, if he once gets his hands on me I shall be
helpless. But suppose he finds out where I am?"

"It is hardly likely. But if he does you can leave everything to me."

For some distance they followed the main highway, and at length turned
off upon a road leading back into the hills. This was little used, so
John had to exercise the greatest care in handling the car. It was
hard enough in day-time, but at night it was extremely difficult. He
had to drive very slowly, and at times branches of trees scraped the
sides of the car.

"This was once called 'The Rebel Trail,'" he explained to Jess after
they had climbed a steeper hill than any they had yet encountered.

"What a funny name!" the girl replied. "How did it get such a name as
that?"

"It was used very often by the Loyalists in the early days as they
travelled overland to the river from a settlement beyond the hills.
The Loyalists, you know, were called rebels by the people in the
country from which they fled. When those who had settled back in the
hills visited the ones along the river, they were often jokingly
greeted by the words 'Oh, you rebels!' and in that way the path through
the woods got its name. Of course, that was long ago, and few people
know about it now. An old man once told me about it, and it always
stuck in my mind."

"I guess the name is very suitable," and Jess sighed. "Another rebel
is travelling over it now, for I am sure that is what my parents and
others think I am."

"A rebel in a worthy cause, dear," Mrs. Hampton comforted. "It matters
very little what people call you when you feel that you have done
right."

"And wouldn't you do the same if you were in my place?" Jess asked.
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