"Hullo! Snow Camp? What's wanted?" he asked, in a nervous, jerky way.
"This is me, Mr. Cameron—Ruth, you know. I am all right at Snow Camp."
"Well! That's fine! Thank goodness you're safe!" ejaculated the merchant, in an entirely different tone. "Why, Ruth, I was just about sending a party out from the store at Emeryville to beat up the woods for you. They say there is a big panther in that district."
"Oh, I know it. The beast frightened us most to death"
"Who was with you?" interrupted Mr. Cameron.
"Why, that boy! He jumped off the train and I followed to stop him. Now he's run away again, sir."
"Oh, the boy calling himself Fred Hatfield? ' ejaculated Mr. Cameron. "He's left you?"
"He came here to Snow Camp and then disappeared. I am sorry"
"You're a good little girl, Ruth. I wanted to bring him up here—and there are people who would be glad to know who he really is."
"But don't you know? Isn't his name Fred Hatfield?" questioned Ruth, in surprise.
"That can't be. Fred Hatfield was shot here in the woods more than a month ago. It was soon after the deer season opened, they tell me,
