“You’re all ’fraid catth, ’fraid catth and I’m going to thhow you that you are.  In a minute I’m going to thcare you half to death.  Now watch me.”

Tommy did all she had promised to do, and just as Harriet and her captors were moving toward the camp, Tommy uttered a wild, piercing cry.  Then she uttered another and still another.  About that time half a dozen girls might have been observed fleeing toward the camp.  They were running as perhaps they had never run before.  Harriet was left standing alone on the bank of the stream.  She was too startled at first to realize what the cries meant.  All at once she discovered that the voice was Tommy’s.  But Harriet was considerably puzzled, for there was not the least note of alarm in the cries.  They were intended solely to arouse the camp and cause the downfall of the girls who were running for their tents.  So far as arousing the camp was concerned, Tommy’s plan worked to perfection for girls in every tent were tumbling out in alarm.

Then Tommy discovered that she was alone, and becoming alarmed at being left out in the woods without company, she began to scream in earnest.  At the same time she endeavored to scramble down from her lofty position scratching her hands on the projections of the tree in her hasty descent.  Suddenly she missed her footing.  Her hands slipped from the limb to which she had been clinging, and she felt herself falling.  She did not reach the ground, however, for the heavy cord confining her bathrobe at the waist caught on a projecting limb of the tree, and Tommy dangled helplessly in the air.

This time her screams were full of terror.  Never before had such screams been heard at Camp Wau-Wau.  Off in the camp a bell was being frantically rung.  A general alarm was being sounded.  Guardians clad in kimonos and bathrobes were running toward Tommy and the tree that was holding her prisoner.  Camp Girls eager to distinguish themselves and earn a bead for their bravery were not far behind the guardians, with promise of outdistancing the latter if the race lasted long enough.

Guardians carried lanterns and here and there a girl was carrying a torch that she had thoughtfully snatched from the fire as she ran along.  Among the torch bearers were Patricia Scott and Cora Kidder.  They were among the foremost of the girls to rush to the relief of the unfortunate Tommy.

No sooner had Harriet recognized the note of terror in Tommy’s voice than she sprang forward to go to her companion’s assistance.  She believed something serious had happened to Grace.

“Where are you!  Grace, oh, Grace!” cried Harriet.

Tommy, instead of answering, screamed the louder.  Harriet, guided by the sound of her friend’s voice, groped her way to the tree from which Grace was suspended, and after stumbling blindly about she finally succeeded in reaching the base of the tree.

“Oh, Tommy, what is the matter?”