“Who’s going to keep awake to feed the fire?” yawned Tavia.
“I’ll keep first watch,” agreed Dorothy.
“All right. Ow—yow! I can’t keep my eyes open and my mouth shut. If a whole herd of bears ringed us, I should just have to sleep! Call me when it’s time for my watch, Doro. Ow-yow!”
And the next moment her breathing showed that she slumbered.
Dorothy fell asleep herself after a time, trusting to the chill of the night air to awaken her when the fire died down.
But what really woke her up was a shrill cry that echoed through the forest in a most weird way, and startled both girls into an upright position before their eyes were even open.
Again the strange cry rang out. Tavia broke off in a mighty yawn and seized Dorothy’s hand.
“More trouble!” she gasped.