strength to free herself from her captors, the other walking along without
a protesting word or action.

The camp slumbered on. Not a sound had reached the ears of the sleeping
guardians near at hand, nor had another Camp Girl been awakened. The
figures of captors and captives were swallowed up in the gloom of the
forest within a few moments.




CHAPTER IX

SOUNDING THE GENERAL ALARM


The instant a hand touched her cot Harriet Burrell was awake and sitting
up. But to her amazement she was thrown on her back, a towel was twisted
about her head by a pair of dexterous hands and her arms were pinioned at
her sides. At first she did not know what to make of this sudden attack,
then a warning whisper in a girlish voice brought understanding with it.
Harriet had been struggling with good prospect of getting free, but she
ceased her efforts at once upon coming to the conclusion that some of the
Camp Girls were playing a midnight trick on her. Harriet even assisted
them by obediently rising from her cot. A pair of rubber-soled tennis
shoes were quickly slipped on her feet. Her clothing, with the exception
of her camp uniform, was handed her and she dressed as best she could
under the circumstances. Then her bathrobe was thrown about her shoulders
and again the warning voice whispered to her to be silent.