So Eleanor and Polly gave drink to the thirsty animals while Anne took what was supposed to be a chocolate cake from the bottom of the pannier. It had been so shaken up during transit that the paper felt sticky. While they all watched her open the bundle, Noddy went back to her finger-stall to sleep. Several wrappings of paper were unwound and finally Anne took forth the surprise Sary had mentioned in the morning. "Why! It's a lemon custard pie! Of all things!" cried Barbara. "In the tin dish just as it came from the oven!" added Eleanor, laughing. "Not quite like it was when it came from the oven, for such a shaken up mess of meringue and custard we never had at _our_ table!" laughed Polly, seeing the condition of the pie from the shaking and falling it had had when Choko went over the cliff. "Any one want a slab?" asked Anne, laughing also. "No, thanks! Maybe, if I was famished, I'd eat the crust, but it doesn't appeal to me now!" said Polly. "Well, I say, keep it until to-morrow! We may be glad to eat it in the morning if we are very hungry! It won't hurt to save it, anyway!" said sensible Eleanor. So Anne sat the pie-plate down where she was, intending to put it on the ledge when she got up from supper. "Reckon I'll put some more pine on the fires!" said Polly, seeing the flames were dying down. She had raked up and replenished one fire, and was attending to the other when a blood-curdling cry came from the edge of the cliff, causing Polly to jump back and clutch at Anne's arm. "Mercy! How that frightened me!" said Polly, trying to laugh her fears away. The other girls were trembling too, and Anne said, "It was a wolf, wasn't it?" "No, it was the cry of a panther! They wait and wait in quiet for a long time to get a chance at their prey, then if something interferes, they make that awful cry!" "Oh, Polly! Can he get in, do you think?" wailed Barbara. "I reckon not! But weren't we lucky to have all that pine for the fires! It's the best thing to keep him away!" said Polly, creeping out again to see if both fires were doing their duty. Another howl reached the girls, and Eleanor said in a shaky voice, "He won't jump over the fires, will he, Polly?" "No, smoke and sparks frighten wild beasts from the vicinity. They know from instinct that forest fires kill and they are wary of them. But they haven't the sense to know that a man-made fire is built on purpose to keep them away!" "It must be awful late, Polly! If you think everything is safe, suppose we go to bed," Anne suggested after a long interval unbroken by any howls. "All right! Let Bob and Nolla take the last two beds, while you and I take these in front. I'll use this one where I can watch the ledge going up to the slope. If I see anything suspicious, I'll shoot!" said Polly, examining the rifle and standing it by the side of the green-bough bed.