if never before, had played on him a cruel
prank, but, at least, he was not the fool
who loved money for its own sake.

"If--only--I could do anything for
him!" yearned the girl passionately.
"Oh! I'd want father--father--to
feel that I did ev-ery-thing for him."

And, as once before in a watery pinch,
the thought of Toandoah's honor, Toandoah's
debt to this trapped March hare,
was the vital breath of inspiration.

"Have--have you any matches?"

Suddenly she bent to the ashen ear.

"In my br-reast pocket, yes." It was
a feebly appreciative flicker.

"A fire! I--I a Camp Fire Girl
--and not to think of it sooner! Una!
Una! Get busy! Gather wood, quickly
--quickly--all-11 the dry wood you can!"

And the friendly little cedar gave of@
its one brown arm, the spruce chit, the
birch stripling, the pine urchin--all the
hop-o'-my-thumb timber that flourished
in this wild pass--contributed of the
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