Teresa awoke with a start.

It was day already, but how far advanced the even, unchanging, soft twilight of the woods gave no indication.

Her companion had vanished, and to her bewildered senses so had the camp-fire, even to its embers and ashes.

Was she awake, or had she wandered away unconsciously in the night?
One glance at the tree above her dissipated the fancy.

There was the opening of her quaint retreat and the hanging strips of bark, and at the foot of the opposite tree lay the carcass of the bear.