CHAPTER XXX

A GENERAL ALARM Dawn came, rosy-pale at first, but turning to red, and thrusting back into the depths of the forest the blackness of the night--the long night that had seemed like a pall of blackness over the hearts of Sylvia and her friends. And with the dawn came hope, renewed hope, as it always does. "First, a good breakfast!" said Professor Russman, as he greeted his guests. "A good meal, and we shall be ready to take up the fight of the day. How did you sleep, Sylvia?" "Not at all," she said, trying not to spe…