elusive thing to pull off whole, point and
all, with the laugh entirely on one side!
Well I we mustn't give them any occasion
to turn the chase against us, air their wit
in our direction, by failing in our demonstration
presently--the signaling practice
to which we challenged them; eh,
Tomoke?"

"No, indeed!" A sixteen-year-old girl,
gray-eyed, vibrant with energy, mobile
as the Lightning, the mettlesome Lightning,
from which she took her Camp
Fire name, spoke up spiritedly. "We're
going to flash a message right across the
valley, over to old Rouhd-top, that sleepy,
dark mountain, a couple of miles away,
just as soon as the daylight is all faded
out," she explained.

"Oh, ho! That's what the Guardian
meant when she spoke of showing us
something--a display--with red fire,
eh?" gasped Pemrose. "How are you
going to signal--with what code?"

"Morse code--and a good, fat two-
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