of the Hidden House, and the window of the haunted chamber at the
very least!" said Cap, throwing her eyes up defiantly toward the
darkening sky, and putting whip to her unwilling horse.

As the path wound down into the valley the woods were found deeper,
thicker and darker. It occupied all Cap's faculties to push her way
through the overhanging and interlacing branches of the trees.

"Good gracious," she said, as she used her left arm rather
vigorously to push aside the obstructions to her path, "one would
think this were the enchanted forest containing the castle of the
sleeping beauty, and I was the knight destined to deliver her! I'm
sure it wouldn't have been more difficult."

Still deeper fell the path, thicker grew the forest and darker the
way.

"Gyp, I'm under the impression that we shall have to turn back yet!"
said Cap, dolefully stopping in the midst of a thicket so dense that
it completely blockaded her farther progress in the same direction.
Just as she came to this very disagreeable conclusion she spied an
opening on her left, from which a bridle-path struck out. With an
exclamation of joy she immediately turned her horse's head and
struck into it. This path was very rocky, but in some degree clearer
than the other, and she went on quickly, singing to herself, until
gradually her voice began to be lost in the sound of many rushing
waters.

"It must be the Devil's Punch Bowl! I am approaching!" she said to
herself, as she went on.