"And father?" cried Helen Cameron.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare go out!" gasped Belle Tingley.
But Ruth ran out into the big kitchen and opened the door. The outbuildings were not far away, but not a soul appeared about them. There seemed to be a brooding silence over the whole place. The men were so deep in the woods that she could not hear a sound from them; nor was the ring of skates on the pond apparent to her ear.
"Come back, Ruth! come back!" begged her chum, who had followed her. "Suppose that beast should be hiding near?"
"I don't suppose he's within a mile of the camp," said Ruth, her voice unshaken. "There are all the guns in the hall—even the little shotguns. I don't suppose the men have a gun with them, and of course the boys have not. And both parties should be warned. I'm going"
"Oh, Ruth! you're mad!" cried Helen. "You mustn't go."
"Who'll go, then?" demanded her friend. "I guess we're all equally scared—Mrs. Murchiston and all"
"Nobody will go"
"I'm going! " declared Ruth, firmly. "If the panther is coming from that woman's house—the woman who telephoned—then the pond is in the
