They were not alone in this portion of the woods. Not far off some one else was moving, finding the way slowly and uncertainly.
Mary Gilchrist glanced at her rifle, which she carried with skill and assurance.
“I cannot imagine who can be in the woods at so late an hour. I must try and find out.”
Placing her fingers on her lips the girl uttered a shrill, clear call.
Silence.
A moment later she repeated the call.
Then both girls heard a voice shouting in a tone of mingled terror and relief.
“I have lost my path. Won’t some one come and find me? I can never manage to reach you.”
The girls exchanged glances.
“A lost knight in the dark forest, Bettina! Well, these are the days when women are the modern crusaders, so let us to the rescue!”