anything theatrical," said Dorothy.

"All Tavia's weaknesses are pardonable, as far as you are concerned,
coz," ventured Ned.

"But the hunt," interrupted Jack. "We had better get at it. The girl
we malign may actually----" He looked at Dorothy and so left the
surmise unsaid.

An hour later Ned and Nat, with Jack and Claud, started out in the
_Firebird_, it having been decided that it would be best for all the
boys to go together in the auto, as they could then cover any amount
of ground, and not have to worry about Dorothy and Cologne. The two
girls went their way in the cart, old Jeff, the horse, being looked
upon as quite a competent guide.

It was really the first good opportunity that Dorothy had had to see
the glories of the Maine woods, but what were they to her to-day? What
mattered the long lines of spruce, the dainty larch, or the tangled
arbor-vitae, to her now?

To all Cologne's enthusiastic efforts to point out these beauties, as
well as to distract Dorothy, she only answered with the most vague
acquiescence.

"If we don't find her to-day----" she faltered.

"But we shall," insisted Cologne. "I feel it! Tavia will be back at
camp for supper!"