"This looks like a path," she said. "Yes, it is a path. See, the brush is trodden down, and the ferns are broken. Oh, some one must have been here lately, and that means that they can not be very far away now!"
"What is your name?" asked the strange girl suddenly.
"Tavia—Tavia Travers. And I am lost—far away from every one!"
Tears welled into Tavia's eyes. Yes, she was lost!
"And I am—lost! How strange that we should meet."
"But are you not hurt? You walk——"
"Yes, something does hurt, but I don't mind, for that awful dream is gone. I can walk, and then when—we are—found——"
"Oh, yes. I am sure you will be all right as soon as we—are—found!"
They had almost reached the crest of the hill. Up there at least they could see.
"I hear a step," said Tavia. "We must hurry."