Not knowing exactly the direction that was being followed by those whose voices she had heard, she decided to run toward home.

A shout from behind her at that juncture told her that at least one of the party had gotten between her and the hiding place of the "Red Rover." Without an instant's hesitation Crazy Jane ran to a low, bushy tree and climbed up in its foliage with almost the quickness of a cat.

Her clothes suffered, but she did not care.

Her sole desire now was to get out of sight as quickly as possible.

She would never forgive herself if she were to be the means of their being discovered.