"About half a mile, down," answered Russ. "I came that way."
"Are you sure you're all right, and able to walk, Alice?" Paul inquired, anxiously. "If not, I could go for a carriage. That is, if you will wait."
"Of course I can walk," she answered, promptly, as she tried to arrange her hair in some sort of order.
"Don't worry about that," said Paul, quickly. "It looks nicer that way."
"As if I would believe that!" she challenged. "Well, if we're going, let's go. Don't forget, Russ, what you promised about getting us in the rear entrance. I wouldn't have Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon see me this way for anything—I'd never hear the last of it!"
"Does your head hurt?" asked Paul, coming closer to examine the spot where the floating log had hit Alice.
"Just a little," she admitted. "It's lucky, though, that my hair is so thick."
They set off, Paul and Alice following Russ, who went on ahead with his moving picture camera.
"I certainly have a fine film," he said, "but I don't believe I would have taken it if I had known it was the real thing in the way of a
