We were pretty sure now that the girls were at the old lumber camp; and hastening on to the top of the ridge that sloped down toward the brook, we all shouted loudly.

Immediately a reply came back in hasty, anxious tones: "Take care! There's a mad fox down here!" "A what ?" Addison cried.
"A fox that has run mad!" Kate repeated.
"Where is he ?" Halstead cried.
"Running round in the thickets," Kate answered.

"Look out, boys, or he'll bite you.

That's the reason we didn't come home.

We didn't dare leave the camp." This was such a new kind of danger that for a few moments we were at a loss how to meet it.