Natalie grasped the edges of the doorway so unexpectedly opened before her, and clung there. The light shot into the secret room, revealing a figure huddled up in one corner—a timid, shrinking form, from which faint moans came. “It’s a girl!” gasped Mrs. Bonnell. “The poor creature!” The figure in the corner raised itself up, and stared at the intruders. “Water—water,” moaned the girl. “I am so sick!” As the eyes of the Camp Fire Girls became more accustomed to the semi-gloom of the room, they caught a glimpse of the gay colors in the dress of the figure in the corner. “It’s Hadee! The Gypsy!” gasped Natalie. “Yes, I am Hadee,” murmured the girl. “You have found me. Oh, I am so glad! I feared no one ever would. I thought I would die here, and—my leg is broken!” “Oh, you poor creature!” cried Mrs. Bonnell. “Girls, we must have a doctor right away. Marie, run down to the shore and see if you can find a boat anywhere about. Signal to them—wave your handkerchief—scream! “Mabel, see if you can get me some water—bring it in anything—in some of the dishes—in our baskets. Natalie, get me some sticks I can use for splints to bind up her leg until the doctor can get here. Alice, you help me with—her,” and she motioned toward the Gypsy girl. Thus did the Guardian effectually assume charge of matters. It was the best thing she could have done to take the minds of her charges off the startling events that had happened in the last few minutes. “Which leg is it, dear?” asked Mrs. Bonnell, as she went over to the figure in the corner. “I’ll try not to hurt you, but—I must look at it.” “The right one. I fell night before last as I was coming up the stairs, but I managed to drag myself in here.” “And you’ve been here alone ever since?” asked Natalie. “Yes, and I thought I would die.” Mrs. Bonnell was examining the broken leg. It was a simple fracture, but considerable inflammation had set in from the neglect, and when the injured leg was touched ever so gently there came a moan of pain from the stricken girl. Hadee had raised herself up on her elbow, while Mrs. Bonnell was pouring cold water on the fracture and binding it up. “Oh!” moaned the Gypsy girl, and then she fell back senseless. “She’s dead!” gasped Mabel. “Nonsense, it’s only a faint. Sprinkle some water on her face while I finish binding up this leg,” said Mrs. Bonnell. “She’ll come to all right. Loosen her dress at the neck.” As Mabel did this something rolled out of the upper part of the insensible girl’s garment. It was something that gleamed and sparkled in the light. “My mother’s diamond ring!” cried Mabel seizing it. Hadee opened her eyes. “I—was going to—give it back,” she murmured. “That is why—I ran away from the—from the camp—so they wouldn’t take it.” “There now, don’t talk,” soothed Mrs. Bonnell. “You can tell us all about it when you feel better. We’ll make you as comfortable as we can until the doctor comes. I hope Marie can manage to find some one to send.”