The pack mule that had been left at the camp, they saw laying stretched out on the ground, its halter still tied to a sapling. Hippy was now standing over it, peering down at the animal. Stooping over, he examined it briefly. "Somebody has done it this time. The mule is dead, folks," he announced, standing up. "Shot through the head. It seems our _friends_ have not yet deserted us." "This is an outrage!" muttered Elfreda. Grace turned on her lamp and went over the ground about the mule, examining the dirt for footprints as carefully as possible. Next she visited the hiding place of their provisions and equipment, there to make the same careful, painstaking search of the ground. "Hob-nail boots. I find the imprint of the same boots in both places. One man apparently did all of this," was her conclusion. "Such as all these mountaineers wear," added Anne. "Perhaps, but I do not believe it. These boots had a horseshoe of hob-nails on each heel. Look at the footprints in the morning and see for yourself." "Wait!" exclaimed Miss Briggs. "I have a thought." "Hold it," called Hippy. "We need real thought this very minute." "Have you forgotten what Julie said to us?" asked Elfreda. "I believe this is what she meant by her remark that we would find out for ourselves soon enough." "She knew, then!" exclaimed Nora. "I believe she did, though how, I am at a loss to understand," answered Elfreda. "Girls, girls! Don't waste time talking," urged Grace. "We have work to do, unless you folks prefer to sleep in the open to-night. I believe we can mend enough of this canvas to use as a big blanket. We can then sleep together and keep each other warm underneath it, I think. Washington, please go out and gather up all of the stuff that you can find. Some of our provisions have been destroyed, but there may be enough for a few meals. Fetch everything here so we can look it over by the campfire." All hands set to work to make the best of their disaster, and as they worked they discussed the problem uppermost in the mind of each. They were busily engaged when a shout brought instant silence to the group. "Miss Gray! Miss Gray!" some one called from the darkness. "Yes," answered Grace. A woman came floundering along the trail at the edge of the cornfield. "It's Miss Thompson. Ah wants Miss Gray." "She seems excited," observed Emma. "What is it, Mrs. Thompson?" called Grace, stepping out to meet the mountaineer's wife. "The chilern has took a frenzy, an' Ah don't know what t' do," cried the woman, wringing her hands. Slipping an arm through hers, Grace led the woman up to the campfire. "Compose yourself. Now what is the trouble? Are the children sick?" she asked. "Yes'm. An' Jed's gone away an' Ah don't know what t' do. Ah thought as mebby ye'd come up to the house an' see." "I surely will. Miss Briggs, who was a nurse in the war, will be of more assistance to you than I could be, so I will take her with me."