ground caved in beneath it and Migwan began to fall. She now
discovered what she had not noticed before, that the path was on
the edge of a very deep ravine which was hidden by the thick
bushes. Straight down she rolled for about fifty feet, vainly
trying to stop herself by grasping the small bushes. Deep down
in the gully she came to a stop not two feet away from a small
stream.

"I'm not dead, anyhow," was her first thought as she scrambled to
her feet. A red-hot stab of agony went through her left knee and
she sank down again, white and faint. "Dislocated," she said to
herself after inspecting the injured member. "Let's see if I can
put it back." Migwan had had First-Aid work and had learned to
set dislocations, so she slipped the joint back into place before
it could get a chance to swell, and bound it fast with a strip of
the bandage the girls always carried with them. At that the pain
made her sick to her stomach and she lay back, her head reeling.
When she could see clearly again she sat up and looked around.
It was nearly dark, as the thick pines shut out the declining
rays of the sun. She called aloud till the echoes rang, but
there was no answering call. The gravity of the situation came
home to her, but Migwan was not one to whimper. She had nothing
with her to eat, but there was clear water at hand and she drank
and bathed her scratched face and hands. Then she lay still and
thought things out.

"They'll surely find me sometime," she reflected, "for Hinpoha
knows which path I took. The cave-in will tell the tale.
There's nothing in the woods to hurt me, either man or beast. My
knee is back in joint and will begin to heal while I stay here.