Then Tommy discovered that she was alone, and becoming alarmed at being
left out in the woods without company, she began to scream in earnest. At
the same time she endeavored to scramble down from her lofty position
scratching her hands on the projections of the tree in her hasty descent.
Suddenly she missed her footing. Her hands slipped from the limb to which
she had been clinging, and she felt herself falling. She did not reach the
ground, however, for the heavy cord confining her bathrobe at the waist
caught on a projecting limb of the tree, and Tommy dangled helplessly in
the air.
This time her screams were full of terror. Never before had such screams
been heard at Camp Wau-Wau. Off in the camp a bell was being frantically
rung. A general alarm was being sounded. Guardians clad in kimonos and
bathrobes were running toward Tommy and the tree that was holding her
prisoner. Camp Girls eager to distinguish themselves and earn a bead for
their bravery were not far behind the guardians, with promise of
outdistancing the latter if the race lasted long enough.
Guardians carried lanterns and here and there a girl was carrying a torch
that she had thoughtfully snatched from the fire as she ran along. Among
the torch bearers were Patricia Scott and Cora Kidder.
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