Oughtn't we to see what it is ?" "No!" answered Grace with emphasis.

"Sit tight.

It may be a trick." With rifles held at ready, ears alert, Elfreda Briggs and Grace Harlowe sat almost motionless until the skies began to assume a leaden gray that foretold the coming of another day.
A few moments later Elfreda crept over and returned with the stick that she had observed to fall.

An old newspaper sheet was wrapped about it.
This Miss Briggs undid cautiously, Grace's eyes keenly observing the operation.
"Look! There is writing on the lower margin of the sheet," she said.
Miss Briggs turned the page around and eagerly read the words that were penciled there.
"'Stay where you are.

Friends are working in your behalf.