three companions in the meantime being
on their way to safety.

Jane heard the crackling of the limbs of the tree and the snap of a brace
on a cot. Her frantic calls to Harriet were unanswered. Crazy Jane knew
that Harriet Burrell was in mortal danger.

Jasper was still holding the lantern, just outside the danger line, so
that Jane was now working in the dark. Making her way to the pile of cots
she groped helplessly about, her hands at length coming in contact with
Harriet's feet. Five seconds later Jane was bending all her energies to
the work of raising the cot from the body of her friend. It was
useless--Harriet was pinned down under the weight of the tree pressing
upon the cot.

"Jasper, where are you?" cried Jane.

"I'm holding the lantern out here."

"Bring it nearer, you wooden Indian!" cried the girl indignantly.

Jasper obeyed with alacrity, holding the lantern as close to where Jane
worked as was possible.

Jane made one more frantic effort to raise the cot, then finding it
useless she clambered back to where Jasper stood peering anxiously at the
fallen tent. Glancing hastily about, she instantly formed her plan for
rescuing Harriet.

Seizing one of the side poles of the tent she ran one end of it under the
cot; then bracing her shoulder against it, used it as a lever in the
endeavor to pry the weight off her friend. The pole broke in the middle.

Nothing daunted, she placed the two broken ends of it together under the
cot, and thus doubling their strength, she shouted excitedly to Jasper:

"Take hold, you owl-faced sleepy-head!"

Jasper did so, and with difficulty elevated the cot a few inches above the
body of Harriet.

But that was enough! Like a flash Jane bent down and dragged Harriet from
her perilous position and out into the open air.

Harriet lay on the wet ground gasping for breath. She was completely
exhausted. Her hair was a tangled mass, her face was scratched and bloody,
her wrapper was badly torn.

"Get away from here!" commanded Crazy Jane, turning on Jasper almost
savagely, and Jasper lost no time in obeying her. "Are you much hurt,
darlin'?" she begged grasping one of Harriet's hands in both her own.

"Oh! Wa--ait till I ge--t my breath," gasped Harriet.

"Take your time. Oh, I'm so glad. I thought I'd never get you out."

Harriet roused herself.

"Is Harriet all right?" cried the anxious voice of Hazel Holland.

"Yes, she is, but don't you bother her," warned Jane.