n and Phil
exchanged knowing looks, as though to say it was coming out just as they
had figured.

The guide was a dark-faced native. He had evidently been having a hard
time of it during that terrible storm, with possibly an hysterical woman
on his hands, and no proper shelter. He waved his hand at the boys, and
looked pleased to see them coming to their relief.

As they entered the camp they saw that the woman was sitting up. She
looked as though she could not have stood much more. In spite of all the
Adirondack guide may have done in trying to shield her from the torrents
of rain, she had been wet through and through. Even sitting close to the
fire for a long time had not caused her to stop shivering.

"We've come down here to see if we could help you any," Phil said the
first thing, when he and his chums reached the fire.

"How'd ye know we was around these diggin's?" asked the guide, as though
puzzled.

"We've got a gentleman in camp with a badly broken leg, and he asked us
to come," Phil went on to say, narrowly watching the eager face of the
woman, who he could see was by breeding a lady, and a very handsome one
too no doubt, though just at that time she looked woe-begone, with her
long hair hanging down her back to dry, and her khaki outing skirts
bedraggled. "He's been worrying all the night, and nearly crazy because
he was afraid some one would be caught in the storm, some one he
expected was coming to find him."

Waves of color passed over her face as she heard how the gentleman had
been so deeply concerned.

"Would you mind telling me his name?" she asked Phil; and somehow the
boy was reminded of Mazie when he looked more closely at her.

"He has been calling himself John Newton all along," he remarked; "but
just this morning he admitted that his real name was Merriwell--Alwyn
Merriwell."

She drew a long breath. Her eyes were as bright as stars as she
hurriedly went on to ask another question; and both Phil and Ethan knew
exactly what this would be before she had uttered a single word.

"Is there a little girl with--Mr. Merriwell? Oh! please tell me
instantly, for I am crazy to hear!"

"Yes, and her name is Mazie!" Phil immediately replied. "We found her
lost in the woods, and took her to our camp. Then later on we ran across
him. He had broken his leg while searching for her, and tried to crawl
miles, thinking to get help from us so as to find her. He came near
dying, too."

She dropped her