\Vatch me--watch me pick my steps!"
She picked them so at random, at the
moment, moving off, that she came near
slipping in for that eerie ducking, with the
blind fish--pale as phantoms, swimming
round--and Stud, flinging the striped
garter away, hurried after her--Jessie, too f
"Gee! this is a peach of a cave; isn't
it?" effervesced the scout sarcastically.
"Melancholy so blooming thick that you
could almost sup its sorrow with a spoon,@
eh?"

"It's a regular cave of despair." The
lonely trill of the feathered hermit was in
Jessie's answering note. "That sad voice
of water, a cascade--a stream--far in,
which nobody ever saw!"

"I 'd give worlds to see it!" said Pemrose.

"So would I!" Stud's voice was pitched
high. "If it weren't for the Scoutmaster.
... Tradition says that whoever drinks
of that hidden water will have luck."

"Well! I 'd let somebody else have the
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