certain that I was right. A deer
wouldn't have cried out, and it wouldn't have stood perfectly still,
either. It would have turned around and run as soon as it saw the light;
any animal would have. It would have been too terrified to do anything
else."

"But don't you suppose he was frightened? Why didn't he run?"

"Were you ever so frightened that you couldn't do a thing but just stand
still? I have been; so frightened that I couldn't even have cried out
for help, and couldn't have moved for a minute or so, for anything in
the world.

"I think he may have been frightened that way. Men aren't like animals,
they're more likely to be too frightened to move than to run away
because they're afraid. And the fear that makes a man run away is a
different sort, anyhow."

"It's getting cold, isn't it?"

"Yes, the fire's burning low. We'd better get to bed, Dolly."

"Oh, no; I couldn't. I don't want to be there in the dark. I'm sure I
couldn't sleep if I went to bed. I'd much rather sit out here by the
fire and talk, if you're not sleepy. And you said you weren't."

"I suppose we could get some more wood and throw it on the fire. It
would be warm enough then, if we got a couple of blankets to wrap around
us."

"I think it's a good idea to stay awake and keep watch, anyhow, in case
he should come back. Then, if he saw someone sitting up by the fire he
would be scared off, I should think."

"All right. Slip in as quietly as you can, Dolly, and get our blankets
from the tent, while I put on some more wood. There's lots of it, that's
a good thing. There's no reason why we shouldn't use it."

So, while Dolly crept into their tent to get the; blankets, Bessie piled
wood high on the embers of the camp fire, until the sparks began to fly,
and the wood began to burn with a high, clear flame. And when Dolly
returned she had with her a box of marshmallows;

"Now we'll have a treat," she said. "I forgot all about these. I didn't
remember I'd brought them with me. Give me a pointed stick and I'll
toast you one."

Bessie looked on curiously. The joys of toasted marshmallows were new to
her, but when she tasted her first one she was prepared to agree with
Dolly that they were just the things to eat in such a spot.

"I never liked them much before," said Bessie. "They're ever so much
better when they're toasted this way."

"They're good for you, too," said Dolly, her mouth full of the soft
confection. "At least, that's what eve