"I'll do it," replied Bet suddenly letting go of Joy in her excitement.
Joy collapsed with a groan.
Bet turned to help her but Enid shoved her aside. "Here is where I shine. You go and find your arrow and I'll play nurse and fix up Joy's ankle. You're lucky, Joy Evans, that it isn't broken."
"It feels as if it were," sobbed Joy.
"I don't see any arrow," called Bet in a disgusted tone. "Don't be mean, Joy. If there isn't one here, say so."
"Go on, Bet, up a little higher!" cried Joy.
Bet crept along the ledge, climbing from one projection of rock to the next.
There was a sudden cry of joy. "Here it is!"
The professor craned his neck to get a glimpse of the arrow. "Which way does it point, child?" he asked eagerly.
"It points toward the hill, that way," replied Bet, studying the markings carefully.
"That's our good luck. If it went the other way, it would be across the claims of Kie Wicks and his friend Ramon. Come on down, child, before you fall."