in there a minute, Neal, please. We would
speak to him."

Quickly as he spied the Treddie, Bentley waved his cap in signal for
them to come in.

"There," added Cleo; "he has a message, I think. See, he has a paper in
his hand."

"Don't get out," the boy called. "I'll throw it in," and wrapping a
piece of paper weighted with a pebble, around the smaller slip, he
easily tossed the message into Julia's lap.

"It's addressed to the scouts," said Louise. "You read it, Cleo."

The engine had not been turned off, so that it readily picked up speed
again, as the girls waved gayly to Bentley. Cleo smoothed out the little
note anxiously, and every one saw it was written on the old-time yellow
paper. Cleo read aloud:

"Bentley is going home and I won't stay here any longer. Watch for my
wig-wag signal from the stone arch, and come to rescue me and Royal.
Must watch for chance. About three, maybe." It was signed "Kitty."

"Another wig-wag rescue," repeated Helen, fluttering with excitement.
"Won't it be splendid to take them both away?"

"But what shall we do with them?" asked Isabel. "I know one doesn't dare
take even a lost child indoors without danger of arrest."

"Then we'll keep them on the porch," replied Cleo crisply.

"And we can notify Captain Dave or even our police officer. Then there
will be no possibility of complications," said Louise.

Another swing around the tail of the point, and Luna Land lay before
them. All eyes were strained toward the rocky summit over the arch.

"I see her!" shouted Julia. "Remember _I_ saw her first," and she stood
to wave her camp hat in one hand and a handkerchief in the other.

"Yes," added Grace, throwing the blue cheesecloth to the breeze, "there
they are!" Kitty was waving her white flag against the green foliage
background. "Oh, Neal go in quickly. Some one may catch them before we
can reach them."

Not another word was spoken until the launch scraped the rocks.

"Stay where you are!" called Kitty. "We have to jump."

"Why? They may be hurt," protested Elizabeth. But her companions had
realized the situation. Kitty wanted to reach the launch from the
secluded corner of the rock, and would not risk embarking from the
natural landing, with its view all open.

"Can we take the canvas?" Isabel asked Neal. A nod of his head gave
permission, and before he seemed to know just what they were going to
do, four of the girls had leapt to land. Cleo and Helen then tossed the