"
"Oh--you--you know us?" gasped the other.
"Certainly, Mabel," laughed Alice. "Don't you remember us--the moving
picture girls?"
"Ruth--Alice DeVere!" came the simultaneous cry from the lost girls--now
the _found_ girls. "Oh, how did you ever get here?" asked Helen Madison,
for it was really she and her sister. Alice had recognized them first,
and Ruth knew them a moment later.
"We are lost, like yourselves," said Ruth. "Oh, but can you tell us where
our steamer is?"
"Your steamer--no!" half-sobbed Mabel. "Oh, it is awful! We have been
lost a long time--it seems a month, but of course it isn't. We can't
find our way out of this wilderness. It is a labyrinth, and we dare not
go far from this hut for fear we shall never find it again. It has been
terrible. But if you are lost you cannot help us. What shall we do?"
"Let us eat first," suggested Russ, practically. "You have some birds
there. I fancy you are as hungry as we are. We have some crackers and
coffee. We'll get up a meal and then decide what to do. Come, Paul, we're
the commissary department."
"Oh, but we must hear your story!" cried Ruth to the lost girls, after
she had presented Mrs. Maguire and the boys. "We read about you in the
paper, and we heard of you from the hotel clerk in Sycamore."
"There isn't much to tell," said Mabel.
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