"Get me one," begged Cecilia. "We may encounter a bear."
"Human?" asked Cora with a laugh.
"Preferably," answered Cecilia, keeping very close to Cora.
The noises had ceased. The girls halted, waiting for a sound to give them the clue of direction.
"He's dead!" gasped Cecilia. "It was the drink—he got the drink, and then died!"
"As long as he got it," whispered Cora. She was anxious to catch another "groan."
"There!" exclaimed Bess, as a sound, faint but decisive, was heard from a hollow ahead.
"Where?" asked Cora, purposely misunderstanding Bess.
"Here!" called Cecilia, who, with sudden resolve, had snatched the stick from Cora's hand, and now darted forward.
She went straight for the spring.