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Marion caught herself in a brown study several times over these circumstances and her father's manner before she went to sleep that night. Christmas was a big event at Hollyhill. Hollyhill was well named.
High Peak lives in a mountain mining district. Her father is a mine owner and has given his consent to the extending of an invitation to Flamingo Camp Fire to work among these poor families and give them relief during the Christmas holidays. The arrangements have been completed, and the girls will start for Hollyhill tomorrow." "Hooray, hooray, hooray! Hooray for High Peak!
"Why?" inquired her father with the faint light of a smile in his eyes. "Because I don't like the uncertainty of the thing. Uncertainty always bothers me, and this is a more than ordinary case." "But how could the boys spring their surprise without coming to Hollyhill?" her father asked. "That's just it," she returned with a quick glance of suspicion toward both her father and her mother.
We decided to give up our original plans, but came on to Hollyhill." "What did you hope to accomplish by coming to see Dave?" Mrs. Nash inquired. "I am going to put the matter right square up to him and demand that he lay bare the whole plot that he has been hinting at. If he doesn't, I'm going to tell him that I am going to lay the whole matter before the police." "You'll probably have to do it.
I am attending a girl's school at Westmoreland. We are all Camp Fire Girls, and thirteen of us and a guardian came to Hollyhill on a mission in harmony with Camp Fire teachings, that is, to work among the poor and suffering families of the strikers during the holidays." "What?" exclaimed Mrs. Nash.
Will you have the stove hauled there and set up and keep a fire in it a good deal of the time to dry the place out thoroughly? We will come to Hollyhill on an early train, so as to have plenty of time to haul the mattresses and other outfittings to the cave and get it ready for habitation. We will all have guns and will have some great times shooting game. Of course, you will be in on all this."
But when on the day before we started for Hollyhill I happened into the postoffice at Westmoreland and caught him in the act of mailing a letter to Marion Stanlock, I became somewhat alarmed. I forced the truth from him after the letter was mailed. He said he was sending her a threatening letter in the hope that it would break up our plans. I asked him why he came to Westmoreland to mail it.
"I didn't know that we had any heroes of that type in Hollyhill." "They were some young fellows out hunting," explained the narrator. "They witnessed the hold-up and leveled their guns at the rascals and drove them away." "Who are those boys?" Marion demanded, and one might almost have imagined from her manner that she had half a kingdom to bestow on the rescuers of her father.
The result was that everybody at the Institute got busy several weeks before the holiday season, and the manner in which the products of girl ingenuity began to pile up must have been satisfying indeed to the head of the school. But the work was not all done when the Camp Fire arrived at Hollyhill, most of the girls still having enough to do to keep them busy almost up to Christmas eve. Mr.
It was a threat couched in direful words, warning her and her friends not to go to Hollyhill on their charity mission, as announced, and predicting serious injury if not death to some of them. It was signed with a skull and cross-bones.
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