“It’s Harriet, it’s Harriet!” cried Hazel.
“Yes. Rescue is at hand,” replied Miss Elting fervently.
A light twinkled far away through between the trees. It seemed to the anxious eyes of the guardian as though it were miles and miles distant. She raised her voice in a shout, but the voice was so weak that it carried but a short distance.
“Shout, girls!” she begged. “You may be able to make them hear. I can’t. My voice has completely left me. Tommy! You can always scream. Do so now.”
Tommy let loose a thrilling, penetrating yell. The rescue party heard it. They answered with return shouts in male voices.
“That sounds to me like boys’ voices,” cried Miss Elting huskily.
“Oh, thave me!” wailed Tommy. “My hair ith all tumbled down, my frock ith muddy from top to bottom and my fathe ith thmudged. I’m a thight, I know I am. I can’t retheive company to-day. Thend them away, pleathe.”
Some one came running toward them considerably in advance of the light.
“Girls! Girls!” shouted an anxious voice.
“Here!” cried the guardian.