ough half-closed eyes.

"Do you think you can go to sleep?" asked Miss Elting, stooping over
the recumbent Tommy.

"Not until I get thome coffee," answered Tommy, gazing up soulfully
into the anxious face of the guardian.

Margery laughed almost hysterically. It was the first laugh that had
been heard in camp for some time, so it was welcome, helping to relieve
the tension as it did. Tommy turned her eyes on her stout friend in a
droll way which set Margery to giggling afresh.

The fire was crackling by this time. Harriet dragged Tommy's blanket
up closer to it, that she might get some of its warmth. Janus, looking
unusually solemn, was boiling water for the coffee.

"She had a pretty narrow escape," he nodded, observing Harriet's eyes
upon him.

"Indeed she did," agreed Harriet, with a slight shudder.

"No more sleep for me this night," cried Crazy Jane. "It's my opinion
that that wild Indian chief put a hoodoo on this rock, as well as on
the lake below. I shouldn't be surprised at most anything happening
here."

"Yes. Suppose the wall should fall in?" suggested Margery, gazing
apprehensively up the side of the granite wall, on which the light from
the fire was reflected in arrow-like shafts.

"Will you stop that?" demanded Jane. "Haven't we had trouble enough
for one night without your suggesting anything else?"

"You started the subject yourself," reminded Harriet.

"Who would like a bite to eat with her coffee?" interrupted the
guardian. "Tommy, would you like to have a biscuit?"

"Oh, no, thank you."

"I would," declared Margery.

"Yeth. Buthter ith never thatithfied. Thhe is always hungry," taunted
Tommy.

"And you've got over your scare," added Jane significantly.

The guardian set out some biscuits and lumps of sugar on a piece of
paper. The condensed milk was not brought. Everyone with the
exception of Harriet and Tommy was possessed of keen appetites after
their trying experiences. Janus, too, ate three biscuits and drank
three cups of strong coffee.

"Better have some," he urged, glancing at Harriet, who had refused the
coffee.

"I guess Harriet is ill, too," suggested Margery.

"I wish to sleep to-night. I shouldn't sleep a wink were I to drink
that black stuff, nor will you."

"You watch us and see," chuckled Margery.

"Tommy, how did you come to get over the edge?" questioned the
guardian, now that the little girl had begun to feel better.

"You certainly cannot