his back.

"Oh, Russ!" cried Rose.

"Oh, Rose!" stammered her brother.

The scream came from so near that it seemed worse than before. And now
Russ was shaken in his proclaimed opinion. It did not seem that any
woman, no matter how great her distress might be, could make such a
terrible sound.

"I guess we'd better go back," confessed Russ after a minute.

Rose was eager to do so. They turned and, hand in hand, began to run.
And in their haste they somehow missed the path they had been following.
Or else, it had not been a path at all.

At least, after running so far that they should have reached the burned
cabin they came out into quite a different clearing! They both knew that
they had missed the way, for in this clearing stood a little cabin with
a pitched roof that neither of the Bunker children had ever seen
before. Nor was the wide brook in sight.

"I guess we've got turned around," Russ said, trying to hide his
disappointment and fear from his sister. "We've got to go back, Rose."

"Do you know which is back?" she asked.

"We've got to hunt for that old path."