NAN SHERWOOD'S WINTER HOLIDAYS

Or, Rescuing the Runaways

by

ANNIE ROE CARR

1916







CHAPTER I

DOWN PENDRAGON HILL


Ta-ra! ta-ra! ta-ra-ra-ra! ta-_rat!_

Professor Krenner took the silver bugle from his lips while the strain
echoed flatly from the opposite, wooded hill. That hill was the Isle of
Hope, a small island of a single eminence lying half a mile off the
mainland, and not far north of Freeling.

The shore of Lake Huron was sheathed in ice. It was almost Christmas
time. Winter had for some weeks held this part of Michigan in an