fall dominated the spirit of the place, dreamy
and sleepy and tranquil; it murmured sweetly on one breath of wind, and
lulled with another, and sometimes died out altogether, only to come
again in soft, strange roar.

"Paradise Park!" whispered Bo to herself.

A call from Dale disturbed their raptures. Turning, they hobbled with
eager but painful steps in the direction of a larger camp-fire, situated
to the right of the great rock that sheltered their lean-to. No hut or
house showed there and none was needed. Hiding-places and homes for a
hundred hunters were there in the sections of caverned cliffs, split off
in bygone ages from the mountain wall above. A few stately pines stood
out from the rocks, and a clump of silver spruce ran down to a brown
brook. This camp was only a step from the lean-to, round the corner of
a huge rock, yet it had been out of sight. Here indeed was evidence of
a hunter's home--pelts and skins and antlers, a neat pile of split
fire-wood, a long ledge of rock, well sheltered, and loaded with
bags like a huge pantry-shelf, packs and ropes and saddles, tools and
weapons, and a platform of dry brush as shelter for a fire around which
hung on poles a various assortment of utensils for camp.

"Hyar--you git!" shouted Dale, and he threw a stick at something. A bear
cub scampered away in haste. He was small and woolly and brown, and he
grunted as he ran. Soon he halted.

"That's Bud," said Dale, as the girls came up. "Guess he near starved in
my absence. An' now he wants everythin', especially the sugar. We don't
have sugar often up here."

"Isn't he dear? Oh, I love him!" cried Bo. "Come back, Bud. Come,
Buddie."

The cub, however, kept his distance, watching Dale with bright little
eyes.

"Where's Mr. Roy?" asked Helen.

"Roy's gone. He was sorry not to say good-by. But it's important he gets
down in the pines on Anson's trail. He'll hang to Anson, an' in case
they get near Pine he'll ride in to see where your uncle is."

"What do you expect?" questioned Helen, gravely.

"'Most anythin'," he replied. "Al, I reckon, knows now. Maybe he's
rustlin' into the mountains by this time. If he meets up with Anson,
well an' good, for Roy won't be far off. An' sure if he runs across Roy,
why they'll soon be here. But if I were you I wouldn't count on seein'
your uncle very soon. I'm sorry. I've done my best. It sure is a bad
deal."

"Don't think me ungracious," replied Helen, hastily. How plainly h