"Miss Nora," ejaculated Harvey, "allow me to congratulate you. You're a dead game sport," and he wrung her hands heartily, after which Teddy Kip grasped her by the arm saying: "Why, Miss Casey, you're a regular Scout--you are, and no mistake." Nora smiled faintly. "Thank you all," she said. "I am very tired. I think I shall go to bed. Good night." CHAPTER X A HEROINE So Nora Casey became the heroine of the Camp. An account of her bravery was in all the papers and the entire Camp was written up. The once neglected and disliked girl was now in a fair way to be spoiled. But Nora could not be spoiled. She was too sensible. "I say, Miss Nora," exclaimed Harvey the next day, "I don't think I'd dare marry a woman with your strength. You'd put me to shame." Nora laughed good naturedly. "Quit yere blarney," she said. As for Ethel, she couldn't bear to let Nora out of her sight, and Nora whose heart was tender and whose nature was forgiving devoted herself to the girl, reading aloud, relating funny stories of her father, and when tired of talking Patty, Mattie, she and Ethel would play bridge. The men considered that Ethel had had a narrow escape. Uncle John consulted with Judge Sands as to what was best to do about the kidnapers. A few days later two suspicious looking creatures were arrested. They had escaped from Joliet jail and admitted having been for days in the woods. Ethel rode to the trial and identified their voices but she had not seen their faces. They were returned to jail in Joliet and before they left they confessed that they had contemplated finding the girl and holding her for a ransom. They were intending to sell the horse but they had not tied him securely and he had broken loose. They were ugly looking customers. The next week before the breaking up of camp, when Mr. Casey came to take Nora home, everyone flocked around him telling of his daughter's brave act. He took Ethel by the hand and remarked simply: "It was like Honora to do that. There's none more brave than she--God bless her." From that day Nora had no better friend than Ethel. She felt that the girl had saved her life and her gratitude was boundless. "Tell me," asked; Nora, "why did you dislike me so?" "I was wicked, Nora," replied Ethel, "I am ashamed of it now." "But," persisted the girl, "did you think me vulgar?" "No," replied Ethel. "I thought you had a loud voice, and there's something about a loud voice that I dislike. But even so I should have overlooked that, had I been a good girl. You are so far above me, Nora, that I am ashamed to even acknowledge it." "Miss Ethel--" said Nora. "Call me Ethel in future," said the girl--"please do." "Well--Ethel--you are not the first one who has criticised my voice. My teachers have always done so, and even my mother used to say, 'Not so loud, Nora dear. Speak more gentle like.'" "Did she?" asked Ethel.