as there was plainly now no other course, she stood where she was and called aloud:

"Sally! Sal—ly! I give it up. Where in the world are you?"

There was a low, chuckling laugh directly behind her, and, whirling about, she beheld Sally's laughing face peeping out from an aperture in the tangled growth that she was positive she had not noticed there before.

"Come right in!" cried Sally. "And I[Pg 49] won't keep it a secret any longer. Did you guess it was anything like this?"

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She pushed a portion of the undergrowth back a little farther and Doris scrambled in through the opening. No sooner was she within than Sally closed the opening with a swift motion and they were all suddenly plunged into inky darkness.

"Wait a moment," she commanded, "and I'll make a light." Doris heard her fumbling for something; then the scratch of a match and the flare of a candle. With an indrawn breath of wonder, Doris looked about her.

"Why, it's a room!" she gasped. "A little room all made right in the hillside. How did it ever come here? How did you ever find it?"

It was indeed the rude semblance of a room. About nine feet square and seven high, its walls, floor and ceiling were finished in rough planking of some kind of timber, now covered in the main with mold and fungus growths. Across one end was a low wooden structure evidently meant for a bed, with what had once[Pg 50] been a hard straw mattress on it. There was likewise a rudely constructed chair and a small table on which were the rusted remains of a tin platter, knife and spoon. There was also a metal candle-stick in which was the candle recently lit by Sally. It was a strange, weird little scene in the dim candle-light, and for a time Doris could make nothing of its riddle.

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"What is it? What does it all mean, Sally?" she exclaimed, gazing about her with awestruck eyes.

"I don't know much more about it than you do," Sally averred. "But I've done some guessing!" she ended significantly.

"But how did you ever come to discover it?" cried Doris, off on another tack. "I could have searched Slipper Point for years and never have come across this."

"Well, it was just an accident," Sally admitted. "You see, Genevieve and I haven't much to do most of the time but roam around 

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