hand. Climb, sister."

"I gueth not!" returned Tommy, in a threatening voice. "I'll thcream for
help."

"Shouting will avail thee nothing. No ears will hear. Climb and all shall
be well."

Tommy had her doubts about this latter statement. She knew how loudly she
could scream. She knew also that they were not very far from the camp
because she could now and then catch a flicker of the campfire through the
trees.

An idea occurred to the little girl and could her captors have looked into
her eyes they would have read there an expression of cunning that boded
ill for them.

"Will the Squirrel climb?" demanded the voice.

"Yeth, the Thquirrel will climb," she acquiesced, with surprising
docility. "Where ith the tree?"

"Just behind you."

Grace was turned about, her hands were placed against the trunk of the
tree, and the towel was suddenly removed from about her head.

The tree was a small one with limbs hanging low, almost within reach of
Grace Thompson's hands. Some one gave her a boost. Tommy took advantage of
it and with the help of the hazers clambered to the lower limb. In the