temper. "I never will forgive Tom. And I just hate those other boys."
"You're welcome to hate Bobbie," said Madge. "He deserves it."
"Such a contemptible joke!" groaned Belle.
"Let's make some more," Ruth suggested. "And we won't give them any."
"No, I don't want to go all through it again," Helen said, shaking her head.
At that moment the telephone rang. Ruth was nearest and she jumped up and answered the call. At the other end of the wire an excited female voice demanded:
"Is this Snow Camp?"
"Yes," replied Ruth, "it is."
"Mr. Cameron's camp?"
"Yes. But he is not in the house just now."
"Aren't any of your men-folks there?" queried the excited voice.
" I guess most of the men are drawing in logs for the fires," said Ruth. "What is the matter?"
"I want to warn you all to look out for the panther. It is supposed to be coming your way—towards Snow Camp. The beast has just killed a pig for us, and was frightened away. It's done other damage to-day among the neighbors' cattle. Do you hear me?"
"Oh, I hear you!" cried Ruth, and then held
