Tavia to run off and hide in the hay loft, or in any other outlandish
place; but when, after all kinds of calls, and a thorough search of
the premises, she failed to be located, there was reasonable alarm
among the campers. The Hays girls from Camp Happy-go-Lucky, had joined
the party that intended going into the deep woods, so they, too, aided
in the search for Tavia.

"I give up," said Jack finally, mopping his forehead, for in spite of
the beautiful bracing air of the mountains, the act of running over
the hill and into the valleys made him perspire.

"Isn't it queer!" exclaimed Dorothy, thoroughly alarmed. "I have a
feeling that something has happened to her."

"Don't you worry," Jack suggested. "You will be sure to find out that
Tavia has happened to something. She has a faculty for that sort of
thing. Let us go off on a day's fun. No use spoiling it all on account
of a whim--I am sure it is nothing more."

"She did complain of a headache," Cologne remembered, "and I gave her
a little soda. She may have thought it best to hide with the headache
rather than to worry us about it."

"We haven't tried the brook," suggested pretty Hazel Hays. "I am
always afraid of brooks."

"But Tavia swims like a fish," declared Dorothy. "I would never think
of harm coming to her in the water."

"Let's try, at any rate," agreed Jack, who never opposed Hazel.