He was not quite sure it was Marjorie's voice, but there was certainly somebody in distress, and Pompton was of a valiant nature.
The smoke issuing above the trees was sufficient guide, and his flying steps soon brought him to the encampment.

Flinging open, indeed almost tearing down the flapping door of the tent, he strode inside.
"What's the matter here ?" he began, but he could get no further, for with a glad cry the two Maynard children flung themselves into his out-stretched arms..