above the ground, her slight face with th
shining eyes, framed in the radiant torch
light as in a golden miniature, the signaler's
right arm held the blazing knot with its
ragged, foot-long flame at arm's length
above her head, then described a brief
quarter circle to the left with it, quick
snappy--once, twice--the arm being
extended on a level with the young shoulder
so slim, so stiffened!

"See!--See! That stands for I: two
dots! I, three times repeated, gives the
call," breathed the Guardian at Pem's
elbow, her mature face a gold-set miniature
of excitement, too.

"Oh--oh! I wonder if they'll 'get
us', those boys--those joking Henkyl
Hunters?" The throbbing question was
on every girlish lip. Eyes burned, like
the torch, across the valley.
f The mountains were falling asleep in
their night-caps of mist.
k But suddenly one of them, far away, grim
and dim, lifted an eyelid--and responded.

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