well. The water sprites and the wood nymphs will lend wings to thee
in thy efforts to please them. But beware. The way is far and dark. A
bottomless pool lies far below thee. Art thou prepared?"

"Oh, yes, I think so. At least I shall be no better prepared in----"

Harriet Burrell did not complete the sentence. Her bathrobe was suddenly
snatched from her shoulders. Some one gave her a violent push from
behind. She leaped to save herself from falling, just what they had looked
for her to do. It seemed to Harriet that she must have fallen many, many
feet before she reached the water, which in reality was not more than
three feet below the spot from which she leaped. She struck the water with
a little gasp, then stood still for a second in bewilderment, as the water
rippled over her feet and ankles. The bottomless pool was not more than a
foot deep.

"Is that all?" she asked in a calm voice after she had recovered from her
first astonishment. "I hope you do not wish me to swim this stream. The
water is rather too shallow, even for me."

"Come, sister. Thou hast been tried in the waters of Wau-Wau and found not
wanting. A helping hand will meet thee where water meets earth and earth
meets water. Come."

Harriet did not seek the assistance of any one in getting out of the
stream, but a hand grasped one of hers and assisted her to the bank. The
girl felt herself enveloped once more in her bathrobe, and her captives
led her in what she shrewdly guessed to be the direction of the camp.

While all this was going on, the other party of hazers was holding Grace
Thompson captive not far from the stream to where Harriet had been
conducted. Wrapped in the folds of her bathrobe, the towel still bound
about her head and over her eyes, Tommy stood practically helpless in the
midst of her captors.

"My sisters," said one of the hazers, acting as the spokesman for that
branch of the initiation party. "What is the name of the Indian maiden
whose spirit guides this little sister?"

"Tommy, the Squirrel," was the prompt reply.

"Ah! Then being guided by the spirit of a squirrel, O little maiden, thou
shouldst prove thy prowess by climbing a tree. Ah! The tree is close at
hand. Climb, sister."

"I gueth not!" returned Tommy, in a threatening voice. "I'll thcream for
help."

"Shouting will avail thee nothing. No ears will hear. Climb and all shall
be well."

Tommy had her doubts about this latter statement. She knew how loudly s