Above, the ten feet of rock shot steeply; across the gully towered a high, dark wall; at each end, shelving stones were piled upon each other.

They had fallen into a sort of unroofed cave,--a hollow, shut in completely and impassably.
Impassably to Joy; there could be no doubt about that.

To leave her there alone was out of the question.

There was but one thing to be done; there was no alternative.
"We must stay here all night," said Gypsy, slowly.

She had scarcely finished her sentence when she sprang up, her lips parted and white.
"Joy, see, see! what is that ?" "What?
Where ?" asked Joy between her sobs.
"There! _isn't that smoke_ ?" A distinct, crackling sound answered her, as of something fiercely licking up the dead leaves and twigs,--a fearful sound to hear in a great forest.