Then gradually their nerves quieted down, and even Grace, more aroused
than any of the others, began to feel drowsy. One by one they again
sought their cots, and finally a series of deep breathings told of
much-needed sleep.
It must have been long after midnight when Betty was suddenly aroused
by a queer noise. She had slept heavily, and at first she was not
fully aware of her surroundings, nor what had awakened her. Then she
became conscious of a curious heavy breathing, as of some animal. She
sat up in alarm, her heart pounding furiously. Her throat went dry.
"Girls-- girls!" she gasped, hoarsely. "Aunt Kate!"
The latter was the first to reply. Quickly reaching out to the lantern
near her, she turned up the wick. Following the sudden illumination in
the tent there was a cracking in the underbrush near it.
"Oh!" screamed Grace, sitting up. "What is it?"
"I'm going to look!" said Mollie, resolutely.
"Don't! Don't!" pleaded Amy, but Mollie was already at the flap of the
tent, which she quickly loosed. Then she screamed.
"Look! It's white! It's white!"
Betty, forcing herself to action, stood beside her chum.
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