But anyway, you don't need to
worry, because we'll come up and get you. Trails are our middle names. You
should worry about Central. But, one thing, I'd like to know how there
happens to be a 'phone up there."
She said, "Oh, you're just a _dear."_ That's just exactly what she
said--honest.
I said, "Mountains aren't horrible. I've met a whole lot of them and
they're all right. Don't you worry. I was trying to get my sister on the
'phone to tell her Many Happy Wishes, because it's her birthday, and she's
having a party. She's just seventeen. We're on a hike."
"Oh, I'm just seventeen, too," she said; "and you're perfectly _wonderful_.
I _know_ you'll save us. We're up here at the fire observation station. If
you'll go to my father and go to the police--"
"We should worry about the police," I said; "the only trail they can follow
is a trail around the block. One of us fellows will go to your father's
house and tell him, and meanwhile, the rest of us will come up there.
Anyway, I'd like to see that observation station. So now maybe you'll calm
down and tell me how to find the mountain road.
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