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THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS

Or, Fun and Frolic in the Summer Camp

by

JANET ALDRIDGE

Author of _The Meadow-Brook Girls Across Country_, _The Meadow-Brook
Girls Afloat_, etc.

Illustrated

Philadelphia
Henry Altemus Company

1913







[Illustration: "I go, I thtay!" (Frontispiece.)]



CONTENTS

CHAPTER

    I. CRAZY JANE'S WILD DRIVE

   II. WHAT HAPPENED TO TOMMY

  III. THE TRAIL TO CAMP WAU-WAU

   IV. IN THE HEART OF THE FOREST

    V. THEIR TROUBLES MULTIPLY

   VI. TAKING THEIR FIRST DEGREE

  VII. TOMMY HAS A NIGHTMARE

 VIII. A DAY WITH AN EXCITING FINISH

   IX. SOUNDING THE GENERAL ALARM

    X. AROUND THE COUNCIL FIRE

   XI. TRIED BY THE FLAMES

  XII. HARRIET TURNS THE TABLES

 XIII. THE CAMP GETS A SURPRISE

  XIV. CRAZY JANE IS INTRODUCED

   XV. THE GHOST OF WAU-WAU

  XVI. THE LAYING OF A SPOOK

 XVII. THE SOUP THAT FAILED

XVIII. AN "HONOR" FAIRLY LOST

  XIX. WHEN THE STORM BROKE

   XX. THE FALL OF A FOREST KING

  XXI. A DAY OF EXCITEMENT

 XXII. SLUMBERS RUDELY DISTURBED

XXIII. HARRIET'S GRAVE MISTAKE

 XXIV. CONCLUSION





CHAPTER I

CRAZY JANE'S WILD DRIVE


"Tommy, what are you doing?" demanded Margery Brown, shaking back a lock
of unruly hair from her flushed face.

"Conthulting the Oracle," lisped Grace Thompson, more familiarly known
among her friends as Tommy.

"I should think you would prefer to cool off in the shade after that climb
up the hill. I'm perishing. If you knew what sight you are you'd come in
out of the sun, wouldn't she, Hazel?"

Hazel Holland regarded Margery solemnly.

"You are a sight yourself, Buster. Your face is as red as a beet. I wish
you might see yourself in a looking glass."

Buster tossed her head disdainfully. "I'm not a sight," she declared.

"I'll leave it to Tommy if your face isn't positively crimson." But Tommy
was too fully absorbed in her present occupation to give heed to the
remark. "I'm sorry Harriet isn't here," continued Hazel, seeing that Tommy
had not heard her.

"Why isn't she here?" asked Margery.

"Harriet is helping her mother," replied Hazel. "She always has something
to do at home. She is a much better girl than either you or I, Buster.
Harriet is always thinking of others instead of herself."

"Well, she's older. She is sixteen and I am only fourteen. By the time I'm
her age I will settle down, too," declared Margery wisely.

"Wearing spectacles and darning socks," smiled Hazel.

Margery shook her head vehemently.

"Wouldn't it be awful!" she queried.

"Oh, I am not so sure of that," replied Hazel. "I like to keep house.
Every girl ought to know all about housekeeping. Do you know how to cook?"

"No. I don't want to know either, not even plain cooking," retorted
Margery. "Plain cooking may be all right for plain people, but----"

"Buster!" rebuked Hazel. "I am amazed to hear you talk that way. That is
like Crazy Jane. You don't want to be called another 'Crazy Jane,' do
you? You will be if you persist in saying such silly things."

"Why don't you lecture Tommy?" demanded Margery, her eyes snapping
threateningly. "Tommy doesn't know a biscuit from an apple dumpling until
she gets it in her mouth."

"Tommy, please come in out of the heat," begged Hazel. "What are you doing
out there?"

"Telling my fortune," answered Tommy without raising her head from her
task. Hazel observed that Tommy was pulling a daisy apart. A heap of
daisies that she had pulled up by the roots, lay in her lap, regardless of
the dirt that was accumulating on her stiffly starched white dress. One by
one Tommy pulled the daisy petals from the flower, muttering rhythmically
to herself.

"Consulting the Oracle," sniffed Buster. "Did you ever hear of anything so
silly?"

"We all do silly things," answered Hazel wisely.

"I go, I thtay; I go, I thtay; I go, I thtay; I go--Oh!" Tommy glanced up
with an expression of disgust on her face.

"Didn't it come out to suit you?" smiled Hazel Holland.

"No," pouted Tommy, screwing up her small face. When animated, Grace's was
an impish face, made more so by the upward tilt of a much freckled nose.

"Go where?" I questioned Margery, now evincing a mild interest in Tommy's
affairs.

"To the thea thhore."

"Oh, the sea shore," nodded Hazel.

"Yeth. The daithy theth tho. I'm going with my father and mother. But I
don't want to go. I want to thtay here with the girlth," pouted Tommy.

"I should think you would be happy to think you are going to the sea
shore. Most girls would be," reminded Hazel.

"It must cost a lot of money to go to the sea shore," remarked Margery
Brown.

Tommy bobbed her head vigorously.

"Yeth. My father hath lotth of money, I thuppothe. But I don't care. I
don't want to go."

"When do you go?"

"I don't know, Hathel. The Oracle thayth I'm going."

The Oracle having settled the question, no further doubts remained in the
mind of little Grace Thompson.

Grace's father was a lawyer. Both he and the girl's mother had inherited
fortunes, and Grace being an only child had much, finer clothes than any
of her companions in the little New Hampshire town of Meadow-Brook.

Hazel Holland and Margery Brown were the daughters of village merchants,
the former's father being a druggist, while the father of the latter owned
a fairly prosperous grocery business.

The fourth member of this little quartette, Harriet Burrell, was not so
fortunately situated as were her three friends. Harriet's father was a
bookkeeper in the local bank, and on his moderate salary was doing his
best to give his daughter and younger son an education. His salary was
barely sufficient to do this and at the same time support his family,
small as it was.

It was Harriet's ambition to go to college. She was now sixteen years old.
In two more years she would finish her course at the high school. From
that point on, the way did not look particularly bright, so far as
continuing her education was concerned.

In the meantime Harriet Burrell was living the wholesome life that her
environment made possible. She was a strong, healthy, buoyant girl, full
of life and spirits, popular with everyone who knew her, and a superior
being in the estimation of the three girls who were her close friends,
even though she was unable to dress as well as they or to do other things
that were easily within the means of the parents of Grace, Hazel and
Margery.

The four girls were together much of the time, quarreling and making up
almost in the same breath, even stubborn little Tommy giving way to the
kinder and more mature disposition of Harriet Burrell. As Hazel had
already said, Harriet at that moment was at home helping her mother, even
though the fields, the trees and the nodding daisies were calling loudly
to her.

"Must you go if you do not wish to!" Margery was asking.

"I gueth not; not if I don't want to, and I don't," declared Grace with
emphasis.

"She thinks she can have more fun with us four girls this summer. Still,
she should go if her folks wish her to do so," nodded Hazel thoughtfully.
"Don't you say so, Buster?"

"No, I don't," declared Margery with some warmth. "In her place I should
do just what I liked best. Then again, it wouldn't be fair for Tommy to go
away like that and leave us all alone here to mope through the summer.
That's right, Tommy. Tell them you won't go unless--unless you can take us
along too."

"Margery!" rebuked Hazel severely. "That wasn't a nice thing to say. That
shows a selfish spirit. If Harriet were here I know she would tell you the
same thing. I am sure you didn't mean it that way."

"Harriet wouldn't," protested Buster. "She doesn't put on a solemn face
and read people lectures. No, Hazel Holland, she doesn't do anything of
the sort. There's some one coming," exclaimed the girl, suddenly changing
the subject.

"I see her. It is Miss Elting," answered Hazel, her eyes growing bright.
"She is coming up to see us, I do believe."

"Yeth, it'th Mith Elting," decided Grace, screwing up her little face and
looking inquiringly at the newcomer who was leisurely making her way along
the road in their direction. 441 wonder what she wantth."

"Miss Elting is coming up to join us, of course," replied Hazel. "And you
see if she doesn't have something fine to suggest. Harriet is going to
miss something, I know."

Miss Elting was one of the younger teachers in the Meadow-Brook High
School, a leader in the girls' sports and very popular with them. But of
all the pupils in the school her favorites were perhaps the four girls to
three of whom the reader already has been introduced. Miss Elting called
them "The Little Big Four." The young teacher exerted a great influence
over the four Meadow-Brook Girls; she had been especially helpful to
Harriet and a closer relation than that of teacher and pupil existed
between the two. Both were passionately fond of Nature. They loved the
fields, the woods and the waters and many a care-free happy hour they had
spent together in the open. Hazel, Margery and Grace frequently
accompanied them, though in such instances Harriet and Miss Elting usually
found it necessary to cut short their outing because Margery "got all
flustered up" from the heat and Tommy's feet usually hurt her.

They had recognized Miss Elting approaching some distance down the road
that lay at the foot of the hill upon which the three girls had gone to
spend a few leisure hours.

"Hoo-oo!" called Hazel, springing up and waving her handkerchief to
attract Miss Elting's attention. The teacher saw them they thought; she
appeared to be waving her hand at them, though the distance was so great
that they could not be certain of this.

"I'm going to meet her," exclaimed Tommy, springing to her feet. "You
thtay here." Tommy started off, scattering a lapful of daisies about her
as she ran, then fled down the hill in a series of leaps, her white shoe
ties brushing the tops of the daisies and sending the latter into a
nodding sea of protest.

"Grace! Grace, come back!" cried Hazel.

"Isn't she a tomboy!" scoffed Margery. "Her nickname suits her."

Tommy was moving too rapidly at that moment to turn back, even though she
had wished to do so. So fast was her gait that she appeared to have lost
control of herself. Her little white-shod feet were working like parts of
a machine driven at high speed. Her voice floated up to them in a shrill
wail.

"Thave me! I'm going to fall," she cried. Then she disappeared from view
as she sprawled face downward with arms thrust forward among the daisies
and tall grass.

"Oh! She is hurt," cried Hazel in alarm.

"No, she isn't. Don't get excited," answered Margery calmly. "You don't
know Tommy if you think a little tumble like that could harm her. See,
there she goes."

Sure enough, Grace was on her feet again racing down the hill at the same
reckless pace as before. She reached the foot of the hill without further
mishap, hesitated a second or so at the fence, and then vaulted over it.
For a moment, she was out of sight in the ditch beside the road, then she
was seen clambering into the dusty highway.

Hazel was laughing.

"You couldn't do that, Buster, I'll warrant."

"I am sure I don't want to," answered Margery stretching out comfortably
with her hands supporting her head. "I'm no circus performer."

Hazel uttered a little exclamation.

"Look Margery! Look!" she cried.

"Well, what is it? I don't see anything," replied Margery petulantly,
raising herself on one elbow, gazing listlessly down into the valley where
the village lay baking under the hot June sun.

"It's a special," cried Hazel. "See, the cars are orange colored. Aren't
they pretty? I never saw anything more attractive."

Margery turned up her nose disdainfully.

"I don't see anything about a railroad train to get excited over," she
answered, lying back in the shade of the maple tree, beneath which the
girls had been resting for the past hour or so.

That the special train rushing down the valley, would make no stop at
Meadow-Brook, Hazel could plainly see. Trains that were to stop there
always slowed down before reaching the second crossing west of the
village. This one had not done so. No sooner had Hazel observed this than
she caught sight of something else, something that set her nerves all a
tingle. A huge cloud of dust was rolling down the highway near the
railroad tracks. That this cloud was not caused by the train was plain to
the watching girl. Soon she was able to make out the outlines of an
automobile in the cloud of dust. The train was but a short distance away.
Each was making for the crossing, where the highway and railroad tracks
met. Hazel did not believe the driver of the motor car was aware that the
train was so close, even if the driver knew of its presence at all, for no
train was due to pass through Meadow-Brook at that hour.

The color suddenly left Hazel Holland's face.

"Quick! Quick! Look!" she gasped.

"It's too hot to keep bobbing up and down," returned Margery
indifferently.

"But look! Look!"

"Tell me about it, Hazel, dear. You do not have to get up to see. I do."

"Oh? Buster, there's going to be a collision."

"Eh? What?" Buster was on her feet instantly.

"The train is going to hit the automobile!"

Margery's face paled. Her breath came more quickly. Her eyes grew large
and wondering. The power of speech seemed suddenly to have left her. They
had forgotten all about Grace Thompson in the greater interest of the
moment. Margery shivered with apprehension while beads of perspiration
stood out on her forehead. She was staring in terror at the onrushing car.

"Oh!" she shuddered. "There'll surely be a collision."

"Look! The chauffeur doesn't see the train on account of the dust. Don't
you see the dust rising in the road ahead of the automobile? The wind is
blowing it up ahead and the machine is kicking it up behind. Hoo-oo!
Hoo-oo!" cried the girl, frantically waving her handkerchief to attract
the attention of the driver of the car, at the same time pointing to the
rapidly approaching train.

Instead of slackening speed, the driver of the motor car appeared to be
putting on more. The car was rapidly nearing the railroad crossing. So was
the train.

"Oh, I can't look at it," cried Margery, throwing herself on the ground
and burying her face in her arms.

Hazel stood perfectly rigid. She scarcely breathed. Her eyes were wide and
staring.

"Ha--as it hap-p-pened?" faltered Margery.

"No-o-o. Oh! The driver is going to be killed! Oh, oh!"

For one awful second the motor car and engine of the special were
swallowed up in a cloud of dust, then out of the cloud darted the
locomotive on one side. On the other dashed the automobile, still on four
wheels, continuing at the same reckless speed along the highway.

Hazel uttered a little scream.

"He's made it. Oh!" She sank to the ground pale and trembling. Margery
raised a very red, very scared face.

"Wa--as he killed?"

"No."

"Oh, fudge! Why didn't you scare me to death while you were----"

"Look Oh, look!"

"I won't," declared Margery firmly. "Go crazy if you wish. I won't."

"It's Tommy!"

Buster bobbed up in a fresh panic.

The "man" in the motor car was gazing up at the girls waving one hand to
them, steering the car with the other hand.

"It's a woman!" gasped Hazel.

"It's Crazy Jane," cried Margery. "No wonder she nearly ran down a train
of cars."

"Tommy! Oh, Tom-my!" screamed Hazel Holland, hopping about frantically,
waving both arms above her head, seeking to attract the attention of the
woman driver as well as that of Tommy.

The little white figure had climbed the bank into the highway and was now
fleeing down the road to meet her friend Miss Elting. Tommy did not see
the automobile approaching from the rear. A knoll and a bend in the road
hid the driver of the car and the little white figure from each other. The
noise of the train either drowned that of the automobile, or else, Grace
thought the rumble made by the car to be that made by the train that had
just passed down the valley.

The motor car roared around the bend. Miss Elting screamed as she saw it.
Grace heard the scream, but failing to understand the meaning of it,
decided it to be some sort of greeting. The little girl waved her arms in
reply. Miss Elting was gesticulating and pointing frantically. The two
girls on the hillside were for the moment paralyzed with fright.

All at once, Grace appeared to perceive her danger. She turned sharply.
There she stood, her frightened face turned toward the oncoming car that
was rapidly approaching her enveloped in a blinding cloud of dust. The
driver and Tommy discovered each other at about the same instant. There
was no time to stop the car.

Suddenly, car and Tommy were swallowed up in the dust cloud.

"Grace is killed!" screamed Margery.

"Yes, oh yes!" wailed Hazel, wringing her hands. "What shall we do?"

Out of the dust cloud hurtled the little white figure. She appeared to
have been doubled up into a large white ball by the car when it struck
her.

The ball rolled from the road, disappearing into the roadside ditch. The
motor car lurched around the curve in the road, zig-zagged past Miss
Elting, then became a rolling cloud of dust again.




CHAPTER II

WHAT HAPPENED TO TOMMY


"Oh-h-h!" moaned Margery. "Poor Tommy has been killed."

In that terrible moment Hazel Holland came nearer to fainting than ever
before in her life. She pulled herself sharply together. Margery was by
this time sobbing hysterically.

"Don't do that," commanded Hazel sharply, "We must do something. Come
quickly!"

Hazel started down the hillside in the trail followed by Tommy during her
break-neck sprint to meet Miss Elting. The latter was already running
toward the scene of the accident. Hazel recalled afterwards having
wondered at the time that a woman could run so fast. Miss Elting's feet
seemed barely to touch the ground. Margery, mustering her courage,
staggered to her feet and followed Hazel at a slower pace, though she,
too, was running.

Hazel was the first to reach the place where Grace had been hurled from
the highway by the car.

"Grace!" she screamed, clambering awkwardly over the fence, dropping down
on the road side. "Oh, Grace, are you killed?"

A pale-faced girl was sitting at the bottom of the dry ditch with both
feet tucked under her. There was a bewildered look on her small face. She
was blinking dazedly.

"Oh, dearie, are you injured?" cried Miss Elting, slipping and sliding
down into the ditch beside the pale-faced Tommy.

"Yeth."

"Tell me where, what?"

"My feelingth are hurt."

"She's alive! She's alive," cried Hazel, throwing impulsive arms about the
neck of her little friend.

"Your feelings are hurt? Well, dear, if that is all, you are a lucky
girl," smiled Miss Elting. "Did the automobile hit you?"

"Yeth."

At this juncture, Margery made her appearance in a wholly unexpected
manner. Margery in climbing the fence had caught her skirt on a nail. She
plunged headlong down the bank into the ditch, almost falling on Grace.

"Oh, oh!" groaned Margery.

Hazel, laughing almost hysterically in her joy at finding Grace alive,
quickly assisted Margery to her feet, wiping the dirt from Buster's
flushed face.

"She isn't hurt at all," laughed Margery, fixing a glance of inquiry on
Tommy's face.

"Tommy says her feelings are hurt," Miss Elting informed Buster.

"Then I am worse off than she. Because I tore my skirt and hurt my arm,
too. Catch me running on another wild goose chase like this one. I don't
believe the car hit you at all, Tommy Thompson."

"Yeth it did," protested Tommy. "Of courthe it did. I gueth I know. I felt
it."

"Stand up," commanded Miss Elting, placing both hands under the arms of
the girl and assisting her to her feet. "There! Now see if you can walk.
Of course you can," comforted the teacher. "The car never touched you. You
must have leaped out of the way just in time. Come, I will help you into
the road, then we will take you home. But where is Harriett? I heard she
was out here with you girls."

"I should not be here had not Tommy and Hazel dragged me out," declared
Margery. "Violent exercise is not good for one during the hot weather."

"It'th very good for you, Buthter," remarked Tommy wisely. "It ithn't good
for a growing girl to be thtout, tho I've heard."

"Don't worry. You will never suffer from being too stout," retorted
Margery. "You can't keep still long enough."

"Mith Elting, I've been thitting here in the ditch for ever and ever tho
long and not thaying a word, and Buthter thayth I can't keep thtill."

"Why don't you girls stop squabbling and answer Miss Elting's question?"
demanded Hazel. "Harriet is at home, Miss Elting."

"Yeth, Harriet ith wathing ditheth for her mother," said Tommy. "I'd like
to thee anybody make me wath ditheth if I didn't want to."

"That isn't a nice thing to say, Grace," rebuked the teacher. "Of course
Harriet is a great help to her mother, as every girl should be. Suppose,
Grace, that your mother could not afford to hire a servant to do these
things for her? In that case I am positive you would do whatever you could
to assist your mother. I believe you would make a fine little
housekeeper."

Grace shook her head with emphasis.

"No? Then what would you do if your mother insisted upon your washing
dishes?"

"I'd drop the ditheth. Maybe they wouldn't want me to wath any more
ditheth after that," replied Tommy, screwing up her face so impishly that
Miss Elting laughed aloud.

"Is it any wonder that Grace and myself quarrel awfully at times, Miss
Elting?" asked Margery.

"They don't mean anything by it," apologized Hazel.

"Thay, what did you come up here for, Mith Elting?" questioned Tommy,
directing a glance of suspicious inquiry at the teacher. "Do you want uth
to go for another nithe little walk? No, thank you. I've walked with you
before. Thank you very kindly. My feet are too thore and Buthter ith too
tired. Harriet'th brother thayth that Buthter wath born with that tired
feeling. I geth he'th right. Don't you think tho, Miss Elting? Thit down
and retht, and I'll tell your fortune with a daithy."

"If you are rested sufficiently I think we had better move on. Don't
worry, Grace. I am not going to drag you away on one of those long walks.
But I have something to tell you."

"I knew it," piped Tommy. "Look out! There cometh another automobile."
Tommy shied from her position in the road like a skittish horse.

Just then the car that had caused all the trouble came honking toward them
and slowed down with a series of explosions that sounded like the
discharges of a Gatling gun. The young woman who was driving the car,
brought it to a stop, leaped out and running to Grace threw her arms about
the slender girl in white.

"Oh, my darlin', my darlin'. My blessed little Tommy. Did I kill you
altogether? And I wasn't going a little bit, was I? But didn't I come near
to ripping the cowcatcher from that engine? Wasn't it just glorious the
way I dodged the old thing? I knew all the time it was going to be a close
shave, but I made up my mind I'd beat 'em out even if I took off the hind
wheels of my car. Get in, you dears. I'll drive you home."

"What! Ride with you?" questioned Margery. "Not for a million dollars.
It's a shame. They ought to arrest you."

"Yes, Jane," rebuked Miss Elting. "You shouldn't go racing about the way
you do. Your car nearly ran over Grace."

"Dad says I drive too fast. He says he doesn't blame folks for calling me
'Crazy Jane.' He says I'll meet with an accident one of these days. But
Dad has old-fashioned ideas."

Jane paused long enough to brush back two stray locks from her flushed
face. Her hair was all awry and her attire showed carelessness and haste
in dressing.

"Well, darlin's, if you won't go with me I think I'll go and get Harriet.
She isn't afraid to ride with me."

"Please don't do that," replied Miss Elting. "We are on our way to see
Harriet on important business."

"So long, then. I'm off, girls."

Jane sprang into her car and drove away with a sputter and a roar,
disappearing in a cloud of pungent blue smoke.

"Isn't she a crazy creature?" demanded Margery disdainfully.

"She means well," soothed Hazel.

"Yeth. Thhe meanth to kill thomebody well," corrected Tommy.

Jane McCarthy had acquired the name of "Crazy Jane" because of her
reckless driving, her harum-scarum ways and her complete ignoring of
public opinion. Not a few of the residents of the little New Hampshire
village feared that Jane might be brought home after one of her wild
drives, with broken bones, if not worse.

In spite of her reckless manner Jane was well liked. She was good hearted
and very charitable, though her charity was not always bestowed with
judgment Being motherless she had practically done as she pleased ever
since she began to walk, and her father, a wealthy contractor, had
indulged her every whim, believing that Jane could do no wrong. Jane was
prompt to take advantage of this paternal leniency, though her worst
offense was that of continuously terrorizing the neighborhood in which she
lived and the whole countryside as well, by her reckless driving with both
car and horse.

The narrow escape of Grace Thompson from being run over by the big touring
car had not shaken Jane's nerve in the least. It had shaken Tommy's only
briefly. Tommy, supple and alert, had leaped from the road just in time to
avoid being run down by the car. A second's delay on her part would
undoubtedly have proved serious if not fatal to Tommy Thompson.

But the three girls were to see more of Jane in the near future. She was
to play a more active part in their lives than she had ever before done.
Just now they were more interested in what they instinctively felt Miss
Elting had to say to them.

"Now, listen, girls," said Miss Elting after the roar of the car had died
away in the distance. "I will tell you about the very pleasant plans I
have made for you and Harriet."




CHAPTER III

THE TRAIL TO CAMP WAU-WAU


"I understand that your parents have been considering your going to the
sea shore with them, Grace?" said Miss Elting with a rising inflection in
her voice. "I suppose you are eager to go?"

"No, I'm not. What'th, more, I'm not going. I'm going to thtay here with
the girlth. Why?" Tommy regarded the teacher keenly.

"Because my dear, if you are not going to the sea shore I wish to include
you in my plans for the summer. I have a fine vacation planned for the
four of you. Does any of you know the location of Pocono Woods?"

The girls shook their heads.

"It is a forest near Jamesburg about twenty-five miles from here. How
would you young women enjoy spending your vacations in a camp in the
woods, living in tents and----"

"Really truly tentth?" interrupted Tommy.

"Yes, dear. Real tents and campfires and all that sort of thing, right in
the heart of the Pocono Woods, miles and miles from civilization."

"Are there any thnaketh there?" questioned Grace apprehensively.

"No, no snakes."

"Mothquitoeth?"

"There may be a few mosquitoes. I cannot say as to that. But it is a
lovely spot. This camp," Miss Elting went on to say, "is for young girls
and young women, and is part of the Camp Girls' Association, a large and
growing organization. You will find a great many other young women there
and you will, while there, be in charge of a guardian."

"Guardian!" interrupted Grace. "My father ith my guardian."

"Oh, I don't mean that sort of a guardian," answered Miss Elting with a
bright smile. "The guardians are merely the women who take charge of the
girls during their stay in camp. I am to be one of them this summer. I had
planned to take you four girls there after the close of school, but did
not think it advisable to speak of my plans until they were more fully
developed and all arrangements completed. Now what do you think of it?"

"It is perfectly splendid," cried Margery. "Won't that be great, girls?
But," she added, her face sobering, "I do not think my father and mother
would permit me to go."

"I am quite sure that mine would not," agreed Hazel solemnly.

"I gueth Mith Elting hath theen to that," spoke up Tommy, her eyes
narrowing.

"You have made a close guess, Grace. They have agreed, all except in your
case. Your mother wishes to talk the matter over with you and your father
before making a final decision."

"Then it ith all right," nodded Tommy confidently. "I'll make them let me
go anyway and--ith Harriet going?"

"Yes. I hope so."

"Doeth thhe know about it!"

"I have not spoken to Harriet about it. I had hoped to do so out here
to-day. That is why I proposed just now that we return to the village. We
shall have a chance to talk it over on the way back, when I will tell you
more about the proposed vacation."

"You thay my folkth know about it, Mith Elting?"

"Yes, dear."

"What did they thay?"

"That they thought you had better go to Narragansett with them, but that
if you insisted, they supposed you would have to go to the summer camp
with us," admitted the teacher with a tolerant smile.

Tommy twisted her face into a grimace.

"My folkth know what ith good for them," averred the little blonde girl.

"I am afraid, my dear, that you do not fully know what is good for
yourself," declared the teacher reprovingly. "You will have to obey the
rules when you get to camp, and they are quite strict. There are so many
girls there, that rather strict regulations have to be enforced. Every
girl is expected to live up to them. Failing to do so she undoubtedly
would be sent home."

"If they catch her," answered Tommy wisely. "You thay that Harriet
doethn't know about thith?"

"Not yet, Grace."

The girl reflected for a moment. They had started slowly toward the
village. All at once Tommy started down the road at top speed.

"Grace, Grace!" called Miss Elting.

"She's gone to tell Harriet what you have said," declared Margery.

A shade of annoyance passed over Miss Elting's face, quickly giving place
to an amused smile as she watched the light-footed Tommy speeding down the
road. Tommy whisked herself out of their sight in no time.

"Let us hurry on," urged the teacher. "Grace is sure to confuse the story
if she tries to tell it. Mrs. Burrell wished me to tell Harriet of the
camping trip that is before her."

The girls nodded their approval of the suggestion. Margery held her head a
little higher than usual. She wanted to impress upon Miss Elting the fact
that she was too dignified to do what Tommy had just done.

In the meantime Grace had continued her wild flight to the door of the
Burrell home into which she burst like a miniature cyclone. Her face was
flushed and her eyes sparkled. Her white dress was crumpled and stained
from sprawling on the hillside and falling out of the road into the
wayside ditch.

"Oh, Harriet! Harriet!" she gasped, flinging herself into the room where
Harriet Burrell and her mother sat sewing on one of Harriet's dresses
which, though the young woman did not know it, was intended for her to
wear during the coming vacation in camp.

Harriet sprang up and ran to the excited Tommy, believing that something
terrible had occurred.

"Tommy, Tommy! What is it?" she cried.

"The greatetht thing you ever heard. Oh, I won't tell you. It ith too
good. Gueth what? Gueth!" chuckled Grace.

"I am afraid I cannot," laughed Harriet, now discovering that nothing was
amiss with Grace. "I am not a good guesser, but I do guess that you are
very much excited."

"You're going, too," interrupted Grace. "We're all going, and we're all
going to live in----"

"Sit down, Tommy and calm yourself. You are so excited that I can't
understand anything from your jumble of words," admonished Harriet, laying
a firm hand on the arm of her friend and pushing Grace into a chair.

"I don't want to thit down," objected Tommy bobbing up again. "I want to
talk, then I want to danthe. Oh, I'm tho happy. But I'm a thight," she
added, glancing down at her gown.

"I agree with you," answered Harriet, smilingly. "Do sit down and compose
yourself. Where are the girls? Are they as flustrated as you are?"

"Yeth, and they're going, too. They're coming here with Mith Elting.
They're coming from over there." Harriet smiled as Grace waved an excited
hand toward the west, the direction in which the hill lay.

"Tell me about it. I am growing curious. Where is it we are going?"

Tommy bobbed up from her chair and began dancing about the room.

"Oh, ever and ever tho far."

By this time Mrs. Burrell began to understand. She realized that the cat
was about to jump out of the bag, but made no effort to assist Grace in
telling the story. Instead Harriet's mother sat with an amused smile on
her face.

"We're going away, we're going away. Don't you underthtand?"

"No, Tommy, I don't."

"Oh, fiddle!"

"Where is it that we are going?"

"Ever and ever tho far away. Way off in the woodth where the birdth thing
and the frogth croak and the mothquitoeth bite you and thpoil your
complexion. And, oh, gueth, gueth, Harriet."

Harriet threw up her hands, an expression of comical despair on her face.

"I give you up, Tommy. You are hopeless. Here come Miss Elting and the
girls. Perhaps Miss Elting can tell us what it is all about. I am not
going away. You are going to the sea shore, are you not, Tommy?"

Tommy shook her head vigorously.

"I'm not," she declared, with a stamp of her foot. "I'm going to the
woodth and----"

"You ran away from us, you naughty girl," chided Miss Elting after having
greeted Mrs. Burrell and Harriet. Margery and Hazel had followed her in,
and were now shaking hands with Harriet, though it had been only a matter
of some two hours since last they met.

"I suppose Grace has told you all about it, Harriet. However, there may be
a few dry details left for me," continued Miss Elting with a severe frown
at Tommy.

"She hasn't told me anything. She has tried to tell me, but she is too
excited to be intelligible. Please tell me what it is all about. I am
anxious to hear the news."

"Let Grace tell it, now that she has begun," suggested Miss Elting,
nodding to the excited Tommy.

However, with the entrance of the teacher and the two girls, Tommy in her
haste to blurt out the full story had become hopelessly tangled. She
hesitated, stammered, then stopped short. There was a merry laugh at her
expense.

"I shall have to tell you after all, young ladies," said the teacher. "You
four girls, it has been decided, are to go with me to the summer camp in
the Pocono Woods. Do you know about the summer camp there, Harriet?"

"I have heard of it," answered Harriet, gazing steadily at the speaker.
"It is quite an important organization, is it not?"

"Just so. As I already have explained to the girls, I am one of the
guardians. I thought it would be fine to have my Meadow-Brook Girls
accompany me, and with the consent of the parents of each girl, I have
arranged for you to remain in the camp for six weeks, at least, or until
we have to return to get ready for the fall term of school here."

"Yeth, and, and, and----" began Tommy.

"Oh do hurry up and tell the retht, Mith Elting," she ended impatiently.

The smile slowly faded from Harriet's face, and now that the animation had
left it, it was rather plain. Her hair brushed straight back from a broad
forehead, made more pronounced the undeniable plainness of her features.
But when animated that face was fairly transformed. As Miss Elting had
expressed it, "Harriet lighted up divinely." She was a tall, well built
girl whose erect carriage and graceful poise indicated athletic training.

"Yes, that will be fine, indeed," agreed Harriet. "Of course you know it
will not be possible for me to go with you, much as I should like to. You
understand why without my explaining, Miss Elting."

"Yeth you will go," burst out Grace, suddenly finding her voice again.
"I'll pay for you. I've got lotth and lotth of money."

Harriet's face flushed.

"You are a dear, Tommy. But you know I could not permit you to do that,"
was Harriet's gentle reply. "It is very, very good of you, but wholly
impossible. You know Miss Elting, that I could not afford a vacation such
as that, much as I should like to go. Oh, wouldn't it be fine if we four
girls might spend our vacation in camp together?" she exclaimed, her
features lighting up again.

"And so you shall," answered Miss Elting with a finality in her tone that
led Harriet Burrell to gaze at the young woman with keen, questioning
eyes. "Listen, my dear. I am going to take you with me as my guest. As I
have already explained, I am one of the guardians of the camp. The
guardians receive no remuneration for their services, but each is
entitled, if she wishes, to take one girl with her as her guest. The girl
so taken would be a member of the camp, just the same as the others. She
would in no sense be a charity member either. She would be on exactly the
same footing as her companions. That is the way you are going to join the
camping party. I am inviting you to be my guest. Your name already has
been registered with Mrs. Livingston, the Chief Guardian of the camp. Your
place will be ready for you when you reach there, and I believe you will
enjoy your summer thoroughly."

"Now what have you got to thay to that?" demanded Grace triumphantly.

Harriet turned a thoughtful gaze on the smiling face of her mother.

"And you knew about this all the time, but said never a word to me,
Mother?"

"Yes, dear."

"Oh, you darling Mother," cried the girl impulsively, throwing both arms
about Mrs. Burrell's neck, kissing her affectionately. From her mother
Harriet turned her attention to Miss Elting whom she also embraced in a
bear-like hug. "How can I ever thank you?"

"By going with us," answered Miss Elting.

"Thay, aren't you going to kith me? Didn't I firtht tell you about it?"
demanded Tommy.

Harriet ran over to her little friend, kissing her lightly, at the same
time giving Tommy's ear a pinch.

"Girls, you have been in the secret all the time, too, haven't you?"

"Do you think I could keep a thecret all that time?" answered Grace.
"Didn't I nearly break my prethiouth neck to get down here to tell you the
good newth the minute I heard it? Didn't I get run over by an automobile,
too?"

"Grace fell down the hill. She did have a narrow escape from being run
down by Crazy Jane," explained Miss Elting.

Harriet regarded her little friend with twinkling eyes.

"When do we go?" she asked.

"On Saturday, the day after to-morrow."

"So soon! Oh, that will be glorious. But how about clothes. What do the
girls wear? Anything they happen to have?"

"No. They dress alike, or nearly so."

"Then I fear I shan't be able to go. You see I have nothing except my
regular clothes."

Miss Elting continued speaking, unheeding the interruption.

"The everyday dress is of dark blue serge, the waist is batiste lined, it
has long sleeves and a large flowing bow, made of plaid or Roman-striped
silk at the neck. The skirt for the large girls is plain with a wide box
pleat at the back. The skirt for the smaller girls is kilted and made
ankle-length or shorter if desired. The dress has three pockets, one of
them in the sleeve----"

"Funny plathe for a pocket," observed Tommy.

"Now do you begin to understand?" smiled Miss Elting.

"Why--why," stammered Harriet, "That is the very thing mother and I have
been working on. I've been at work on my camp dress all the time and
didn't know it." Harriet laughed excitedly. There were tears of joy in her
eyes. "Oh, what a goose I have been, haven't I, girls?"

"Yeth," agreed Tommy, bobbing her head up and down.

"The official hat," continued Miss Elting, "is also of dark blue serge to
match the rest of the outfit. It has a white silk cord about the crown
with the name of the camp in white on the blue background. I forgot to say
that the emblem of your rank in the camp order, will be worked on the
sleeve. That may be done after reaching camp."

"What is the name of the camp--Pocono?" asked Harriet for the sake of
continuing the conversation. She was too dazed to think clearly as yet.

"Camp 'Wau-Wau' is the name. It is a Chinook Indian name. 'Wau-Wau' is a
term, usually applied to a number of squaws gathering for a confab, and
corresponds to the 'pow-wow' of the braves. Now you know all about it. We
shall start from here on the noon train Saturday."




CHAPTER IV

IN THE HEART OF THE FOREST


"Is the wagon for Camp Wau-Wau here?" asked Miss Elting.

Four happy-faced girls, accompanied by the teacher, had left the train at
Jamesburg, from where they were to be conveyed by wagon into the woods.
Miss Elting was directed to a three-seated buck-board wagon. Jasper, the
handy man about the camp was on the driver's seat. He was an old man who
said little. It was rumored that three seasons spent at Wau-Wau had
thoroughly subdued him.

"What about the trunks?" asked the young woman.

"Fetch 'em to-morrow," he answered tersely.

Tommy regarded the slender looking buck-board apprehensively.

"Buthter better walk," she decided. "The wagon won't hold her."

"Now, now, Tommy, do stop teasing Buster. If the wagon goes down Margery
will go down with it," answered Harriet laughingly.

"And she will fall a great deal harder than will you," added Miss Elting,
at which there was a merry laugh.

It was late in the afternoon when they finally climbed into the buck-board
which sagged in the middle until all the girls began to grow apprehensive.
They started away along a country road a gay party, indeed, but Harriet
noted that horse and driver were not well matched. The horse she could
plainly see was young and fractious, and she wondered what the old man
would do should the animal prove unmanageable. Their driver, however,
appeared to have perfect control over the animal, so Harriet dismissed the
disturbing thought from her mind and prepared to enjoy the ride.

The drive to the camp was fully twenty miles. Having come by train they
had covered nearly twice the distance that would have been necessary had
they driven direct from Meadow-Brook. The fields through which they were
driving were green, the air was fresh and fragrant after a shower that had
fallen earlier in the day and the girls in the buck-board wagon were in
high spirits.

"I'll tell you what, girls," cried Harriet after they had sung all the
songs they knew and discussed the country through which they were passing
until the latter subject had been worn out. "I'll tell you what we ought
to have."

"Ith it thomething nithe?" questioned Grace.

"It is a yell, Tommy."

"A yell? I can yell."

"I don't mean it in that way. Something like a high school or a college
yell. We are the Meadow-Brook Girls, you know. We have a name, now we must
have a yell."

"Oh, Mith Elting, give uth a yell, a loud one," urged Tommy, her eyes
sparkling.

Miss Elting smiled tolerantly.

"You had better arrange one to suit yourselves," she answered. "Harriet,
you will have to provide the yell now that you have suggested it."

Harriet already had a pencil in her hand. She sat holding the pencil
poised above the fly leaf of a book that she had brought along to read,
but had not up to this moment, so much as opened. Her brow was wrinkled in
thought. Tommy was regarding her keenly.

"Well, aren't you going to yell!"

All at once Harriet's face relaxed. She began to write. Margery craned her
neck to see what was being written, but Harriet held the cover of the book
in such a position that Buster could not see what was being jotted down.

"It isn't polite to look over another person's shoulder in that way,"
reproved Hazel.

"Well, you wouldn't exthpect Buthter to be polite when she ith away from
home, would you?" demanded Grace.

"I have it," announced Harriet. "Listen, girls and see how you like this:

    "'Rah, rah, rah,
      Rah, rah, rah
      Meadow-Brook, Meadow-Brook,
      Sis, boom ah!'"

"What do you think of that, girls? Isn't that simply fine?" cried Miss
Elting enthusiastically. But her voice was lost in the chorus that welled
forth from the throats of the Meadow-Brook Girls, who had taken up the
yell with a will. Tommy's "thith boom ah!" at the end of the yell sent not
only the girls, but Miss Elting as well into peals of merry laughter.

Jasper never smiled. He stroked his long whiskers reflectively. Harriet
who occupied the seat beside him, stole a glance at the old man out of the
corner of one eye.

"I suppose you are used to girls, aren't you!" she asked.

"Ya-a-a-s," drawled Jasper then relapsed into silence. The girls promptly
broke the silence again by giving the Meadow-Brook yell. They continued to
give it until their throats ached. Now and then three of them would stop
short of the last line in order to catch more clearly Tommy's "thith boom
ah!" which always sent them into screams of laughter. Finally Tommy became
angry and refused to yell. But the little lisping girl was like an April
day. Her frowns of displeasure were replaced by smiles within a very few
minutes. The girls had learned not to take Grace's fits of temper
seriously. When she became ruffled, they simply left her to herself for a
few moments well knowing that the clouds would soon pass and the sun shine
again.

"There are the woods! Oh, girls, look at them," cried Harriet. The wagon
had reached the top of a high knoll in the road, when below them was
revealed the dark blue of a forest that stretched straight ahead and to
the right and left as far as the eye could reach.

"Yes, that is Pocono Woods," Miss Elting informed them. "Are they large
enough to suit you?"

"What would we do if we were to get lost in there?" gasped Margery.

"I know what I'd do," piped Tommy. "I'd yell like thixthty."

"You are likely to do that even though you are not lost," chuckled the
guardian.

"How far into the woods do we go?" wondered Harriet.

"'Bout ten mile, I reckon," answered Jasper.

"Ten miles? Listen to that, girls. Oh, isn't it perfectly splendid?"
exclaimed Harriet. "I never dreamed that I should have such a glorious
vacation as this is going to be. How many girls are there in camp, Miss
Elting?"

"Forty or fifty I should say. I do not know the exact number. You will
find a happy lot of young women. Are you hungry?"

There was a general assent to the question.

Miss Elting produced a small hamper in which were sandwiches, cold tea,
milk and fruit. It was a delightful surprise to the girls. They showed
their further appreciation by eating every crumb of the luncheon, while
Jasper contented himself with nibbling at a single sandwich which he held
in one hand, driving the young horse with the other.

In this way they drove into the forest, entered the cool dark shadows of
the big woods, and were greeted with a chorus of piping twitters from
hundreds of forest birds, varied now and then by the hoarse caw of a
distant crow whose voice perhaps had started the woodland chorus. The
fragrance of the woods mingled delightfully with the perfume of the wild
honey-suckle. The Meadow-Brook Girls fell silent under the majesty of the
forest. Tommy was the first to break the spell.

"Thith ith a thpooky old plathe," she declared with a shiver. "Oh, Mr.
Jathper, are there any fairieth in thethe woodth?"

"Any what?"

"Fairies," explained Harriet, smiling absently.

"Never seen none," answered the old man gruffly.

"Isn't it simply glorious?" breathed Hazel.

"It is too wonderful for words," agreed Harriet.

Miss Elting nodded, smiling happily at the enthusiasm of the girls. The
wagon was following an old logging road. Small bushes grew up in the
middle of the road. The wheels sank down into deep ruts that had been cut
by the tires of the heavy logging wagons, but in general the way was free
of obstructions, though the bushes in the road tickled the hide of the
young horse until he began to prance from one side of the road to the
other in an effort to avoid them. Harriet wanted to suggest to Jasper that
he use both hands to drive, but she did not quite like to do so. He
undoubtedly would resent her interference, nor could she blame him for
doing so.

"Jasper, are you sure the horse is perfectly safe?" questioned Miss Elting
apprehensively.

"Hasn't been doing nothing for nigh onto a week. Jest feels his oats,
that's all."

Harriet was not fully satisfied with the explanation, though the others
appeared to be. Harriet watched the animal now even more closely than she
had done before.

"Gid-ap!" commanded Jasper, giving the horse an unexpected slap with the
reins after a particularly quick swerve to one side of the road on the
animal's part. The horse cleared the road with a single leap sideways. He
had been pricked by the sharp top of a bush at the instant the reins were
brought down on his back. The reins not being under the full control of
the driver at that moment, the animal took advantage of the fact and
shying clear out of the narrow road, plunged in among the trees in a panic
of fear.

There followed a crunching grinding crash.

"Thave me! Oh, thave me!" screamed Tommy.

With a ripping sound the canopy top was stripped clear of the vehicle and
left dangling from the low hanging limbs of the trees under which the
buck-board wagon had been dragged.

"Hold fast! Don't try to jump!" commanded Miss Elting without the least
trace of excitement in her voice. Hazel placed a firm hand on the arm of
the terror-stricken Tommy.

The right forward wheel of the wagon collided with a tree. The wheel was
shattered, and the end of the axle broken off short. At the same instant
the horse sprang sharply to the left evidently in an effort to get back
into the log road, facing almost in the opposite direction.

Jasper being on the downhill side when the wheel collapsed, plunged head
first from the seat, landing heavily on the ground. His head coming into
contact with the base of the tree, Jasper sank over on his side,
unconscious.

Harriet had not lost her head for a second. As the driver fell she
snatched at the reins. She caught one of them, the other falling to the
ground on the wrecked side of the wagon.

The thills of the wagon broke off short with reports like the explosions
of a pistol. Then the horse bolted. Harriet grasping the one rein with
both hands shot over the dashboard of the wagon as though she had been
projected from a cannon. Hazel and Tommy were also pitched from the
vehicle, Miss Elting and Margery clinging to the seats as the wagon
toppled over on its side.

"Let go!" shouted Miss Elting. "You'll be killed!"

But Harriet clung to the single rein, the frantic animal dragging her away
at a frightful rate of speed.




CHAPTER V

THEIR TROUBLES MULTIPLY


Harriet Burrell's position was, indeed, a perilous one. She was too plucky
to release her grip on the rein, no matter what the cost to herself, and
her gown. Clinging desperately to the rein she was jerked violently across
the log road, the horse dragging her after him as he bolted in among the
trees on the opposite side.

Harriet still hoped that she might be able to check the animal and bring
it to a standstill. She did not pause to think what a foolhardy thing she
was doing. All of a sudden the animal swung about in a half circle. He
literally cracked the whip with Harriet Burrell. The rein slapped the side
of a big tree. Harriet was lifted from her feet and hurled with great
force into the middle of a heap of brush. The dead branches snapped under
her weight and she landed at the bottom of the heap, then lay still.

Miss Elting upon finding that the other three girls were more scared than
hurt, had run after the fleeing horse that was dragging Harriet away. She
cried out in her alarm as she saw the girl land in the brush heap. But by
the time Miss Elting had reached the spot, Harriet's pale, scratched face
appeared above the top of the brush.

"Oh, my dear, my dear! Are you hurt?"

"Oh, I am all right, thank you," answered Harriet with a brave smile.
"Was--was any one injured?"

Before answering Miss Elting had plunged into the brush waist deep to lend
a hand to Harriet. The gowns of both women were considerably damaged
before Harriet had been assisted from her uncomfortable predicament.

"You poor girl!" exclaimed Miss Elting.

"I am somewhat the worse for wear," smiled Harriet ruefully.

"Thave me, thave me!"

At sound of the familiar voice and the familiar words they turned to see
Tommy running toward them.

"Jathper hath a fit," cried Tommy.

Miss Elting and Harriet ran back to the scene of the accident as fast as
they could go. Harriet was limping a little. They found Jasper sitting at
the base of the tree, holding his head and groaning. Hazel and Margery
stood pale-faced gazing down at him.

"What seems to be the matter with him?" questioned Miss Elting.

"It ain't me. It's the hoss," groaned Jasper. "That three-year old cost me
jest a hundred and fifty dollars two weeks ago."

"You will get him back," soothed Harriet

"Yes, but he's spiled. D' ye think Mis' Livingston'll ever trust me to
take out another passel of girls behind that critter? And the rig! It's
smashed. It's busted."

"I shouldn't worry until I had to," advised Miss Elting. "Just now we have
other things to concern us."

"Which way did my hoss go?"

Harriet did not know. Her head had been in such a whirl at the time she
had parted company with the animal, that she had lost all sense of
direction. Miss Elting said the animal had started back toward Jamesburg.

"Then I must git back to the burg and find him," declared Jasper.

"He ithn't going to leave uth here in the woodth, ith he?" wailed Grace.

"Don't worry," replied the guardian. "Jasper, how far are we from town?"

"Nigh onto fifteen mile."

"Then we should be about five miles from the camp?"

He nodded.

"What do you propose to do with us in the meantime?" demanded Miss
Elting.

"You kin wait here till I git another hoss and come back."

"No, thank you. We do not care to sit down here until you return, which
will not be until some time to-morrow morning, even if you hurry."

"I got to git that hoss or another hoss," persisted Jasper.

"You will do nothing of the kind. You will remain right here with us,"
declared Miss Elting firmly. "You shall not go to Jamesburg for a horse
until you have seen us safely in camp. Is there any chance of any one else
driving past here?"

He shook his head.

"Why can't we walk it?" asked Harriet.

"I had been thinking of making that suggestion. Do you feel equal to it,
Harriet?"

"Oh, yes. And the woods are so nice and cool and fragrant. I should prefer
walking to riding behind that horse again."

"So should I," agreed Miss Elting with emphasis.

"I got to git a hoss," repeated Jasper stubbornly.

Twilight already was upon them. The forest would soon be in darkness.

"Girls, get together such of your belongings as you think yourselves able
to carry. Jasper will also take a bundle. I would suggest that we put our
changes of clothing into two bags and have him carry them."

"But our camp dresses are in the trunks," answered Hazel.

"We shall have to get along without them, that's all. Perhaps Mrs.
Livingston may be able to fit us out until we get our own clothes. This is
most unfortunate. I am awfully sorry, girls. I am afraid you will wish you
hadn't accepted my invitation."

"Yeth. I with I'd thtayed at home," piped Tommy. She was very frank about
it. There was no beating about the bush with Grace Thompson.

"This time you will have to walk whether you wish to or not," jeered
Buster. "I don't want to walk, but I am willing to for the sake of seeing
you do something you don't like for once. Just think, you will have to
walk five miles, Tommy Thompson."

"Five mileth?"

"Yes."

"Oh, thave me! I won't. I'll thtay right here till Jathper getth another
horthe."

"Very well," smiled Miss Elting. "You may remain here until he comes for
you sometime to-morrow morning. Jasper, when the young women have their
bags ready you will take two of them. We shall manage with the rest of
the things very well, I think," she added sweetly.

Jasper obeyed meekly after glancing at the determined face of the
guardian.

"We shall have to leave some of our belongings here. I suppose they will
be perfectly safe?" she questioned.

Jasper grunted sourly.

Tommy stood observing the preparations for their departure, her alert eyes
taking in everything. Especially did she eye Miss Elting, but the
expression on the face of the latter told Grace nothing. Jasper dragged
down the canopy top, surveyed it ruefully; then kicked it aside with a
grunt of disgust.

"I gueth you'd like to kick the horthe too," observed Tommy.

Jasper gazed at her, started to say something, then checked himself.
Margery and Hazel giggled. The man finally picked up the bags and stood
sullenly waiting. Miss Elting and Harriet also carried suit cases, the
other girls taking small packages with them. Tommy stood leaning defiantly
against a tree.

"Good night, Tommy," called Miss Elting sweetly. "Keep out from under the
trees, if a thunder storm should come up during the night." Harriet, Hazel
and Margery suppressed their giggles. Tommy held her position, standing
with head thrust forward, eyes narrowed, face drawn into sharp wrinkles.

"Oh, we oughtn't to do it," whispered Hazel.

"Never mind, dear," replied Miss Elting. "You don't think for an instant
that Grace will remain behind, do you? This is one of several little
lessons that we shall teach her this summer."

They walked on swiftly, for darkness had now overtaken them. All at once
they heard a plaintive little wail behind them. A small figure came flying
down the log road.

"Thave me! I'm tho afraid," pleaded Tommy, darting up beside Miss Elting
and snuggling against her.

Then the Meadow-Brook Girls laughed. The woods rang with their laughter.
They expressed no sympathy for Tommy. They were agreed that she had
learned a good lesson. Tommy pouted, but clung closely to the guardian.
About this time a halt had to be made while Harriet attended to the skirt
of her gown that had been badly torn by the brush. Her companions assisted
her in pinning it up. While absorbed in this task they had forgotten all
about Jasper. They discovered his absence quite suddenly when Miss Elting
raised her voice in a loud hello to him.

No answer came back.

"How provoking!" exclaimed Miss Elting.

"He has gone away and left us," moaned Margery.

"Do you think he could have gone back to Jamesburg?" questioned Harriet.
"I believe he would if he dared."

"He had better not. I don't see that there is anything to be afraid of
except that we might pass by the camp, which, I understand is some little
distance from this road. Then again we must not get off the road or we are
sure to lose our way. All keep close together. We will continue to walk
on. We will call him frequently. I am certain that when he finds we are
not keeping up with him, he will either return to see what has become of
us or stop to wait."

For a full half hour they continued on their way, stumbling, catching
their feet in vines that had trailed across the road occasionally, bumping
into trees, but never once wholly getting off the log road. Now and then
the call of a night bird fluttering from a tree near at hand, would send
Margery and Tommy into a sudden panic. There are many weird sounds to be
heard in the forest at night. It seemed as though the travelers heard them
all. Had their guardian not been with them, at least two of the girls
would have been hysterical. Harriet appeared undisturbed and Hazel held
herself very well in hand. But all at once there came a sudden
interruption that threatened at the moment to send them all fleeing for
safety.

Margery who was walking to one side of the road and slightly in advance of
Miss Elting, uttered a piercing scream. They heard her fall.

"Help, oh help!" cried Margery, terrified.

Harriet darted forward to her companion's assistance. She stumbled over
something that moved and tried to push her aside. Harriet thrust out both
hands and grappled with the object. She grasped a handful of hair.

"It's an animal!" cried the girl, tugging with all her might. "Quick!
Help!"

Miss Elting ran forward, now really alarmed, the frightened Tommy still
clinging to her skirts. Then came a voice, a male voice raised in angry
protest.

"Leggo my whiskers, consarn ye!" it shouted. "Leggo, I tell ye. It's
Jasper."

There followed a scuffle and a fall, as Jasper in trying to rise from the
suit cases that he had been carrying, fell over them. He landed on his
back, shouting angrily. Harriet sat down in the road overcome by a sudden
weakness, then she laughed. The other girls, now that the tension had
snapped, were laughing also, all except Tommy who was so frightened that
she could not say a word.

"Jasper, what do you mean by frightening us in this manner?" demanded Miss
Elting severely. "First, you run away from us then you frighten us nearly
out of our wits."

"Yaas. Mebby ye think it's fun to pull a man's whiskers out when he ain't
looking. I sot down here on them bags to rest. I was waitin' for ye to
come up seein' as I'd got ahead. Then one of 'em had to come blundering
along and fall over me. Before I knowd what had hit me, the other--I don't
know who she is in the dark--lighted on my whiskers like a pesky
mosquito," complained the driver.

Harriet ceased her laughing at once. She got up, stepping carefully over
to the place where the driver was standing nursing his injured whiskers.

"It was I who pulled your whiskers, Mr. Jasper," she said. "I am so sorry.
But--but I thought you were some sort of animal and--and----"

Harriet's concluding words were lost in a shout of laughter from the
girls.

There was nothing more to be said. Harriet felt so humiliated that she was
glad they were unable to see her face.

"Jasper!" commanded Miss Elting sharply. "I shall require you to keep just
ahead of us within sound of our voices even though you cannot see us in
the darkness. How far are we from the camp?"

"Three miles," answered the man sourly.

Tommy groaned.

"My feet are giving out," she complained.

"Let me help you along," said Harriet, placing an arm about her little
companion. "Try to forget your tired feet."

"I've a pain in my neck too. I might forget the pain in my neck but the
pain in my feet ith there to thtay."

"Never mind, we shall be at Camp Wau-Wau in a couple of hours, then we
will have something to eat and you will go to bed and sleep. Isn't it all
perfectly delightful, dear?" comforted Harriet.

"Yeth, it ith fine. Tho fine you can't thee it," agreed Tommy dolefully.

It was a trying journey at best. They had lost all track of time, not
being able to consult their watches in the dark. Jasper had no matches and
he was very irritable, which perhaps was not surprising in view of the
fact that he had lost his horse and wrecked a wagon for which he
undoubtedly would be called upon to pay, as it did not belong to him.
After a time they gave up trying to obtain information from Jasper.

The dull glow of a fire through the trees gave them the first inkling that
they were nearing their destination. Tommy was being fairly lifted along
by Harriet The latter did not complain at supporting the girl and the suit
case, but her arms ached from the exertion.

"There's the camp, dear," encouraged Harriet.

"Camp's a mile down the path," growled Jasper, bringing a groan from
Margery and Grace. "That's the fire the girls built up so that we
shouldn't go past the path."

"That was thoughtful," exclaimed Harriet. The building of the fire made
quite an impression on her. This impression was strengthened when upon
reaching the low fire she observed that all leaves and combustible matter
had been raked away to a safe distance from the fire so that the forest
might not be fired by the blaze. It was her first lesson in woodcraft on
this eventful journey into the big forest.

They followed a dark path that wound in and out, a gloomy aisle in the
great forest with the tops of the trees over their heads, so high as
almost to be lost to view even in daylight, Margery puffing, Tommy
uttering little moans now and then so that her companions might know of
her misery. That last stretch along the narrow path seemed an endless
journey. Then too, it will be recalled that the Meadow-Brook Girls had had
nothing to eat since morning except the cold luncheon served by Miss
Elting.

"There is the camp, girls," cried the latter some thirty minutes later as
a second glow off to the left attracted her attention. "I am right, am I
not, Jasper?"

Jasper grunted an affirmative, then led the way to Mrs. Livingston's tent,
at Miss Elting's direction. It was the only tent with a light to be seen.
The other tents were lost in the shadows of the forest, and the girls who
were occupying them were lost in dreamland.

"Keep very quiet so you will not awaken any one," cautioned the guardian
as they approached the Chief Guardian's tent, rapping gently on the tent
pole. The flap was drawn quickly back. Mrs. Livingston welcomed the
wanderers warmly.

The camp life of the Meadow-Brook Girls had really begun. Its activities
and excitement were to begin within a few hours from the time of their
arrival.




CHAPTER VI

TAKING THEIR FIRST DEGREE


"But my dears," cried Mrs. Livingston, a sweet-faced, motherly woman.
"What could have occurred?"

It was not strange that she should express amazement, for the condition of
the clothes of the Meadow-Brook Girls would have attracted attention
anywhere. She stood back surveying them anxiously. All were more or less
disheveled. Tommy's blonde hair had fallen about her shoulders in tangled
locks; Margery had burst most of the buttons off her blouse when she fell
over Jasper; Harriet's blue gingham frock had been sadly demolished on her
journey at the end of the rein behind the frightened horse; Hazel found
difficulty in keeping her hair out of her face; besides which, both she
and Miss Elting looked tired and worn.

"We had an accident," explained Miss Elting. "But we overcame all
difficulties finally."

"I'm the only one that wath overcome," lisped Grace. "It wathn't the
difficultieth, it wath mythelf. And, Mithith Livingthton, Harriet pulled
out some of Jathperth whithkerth. Wathn't that funny?"

"You had better leave the explanation to me," suggested Miss Elting, who
then went on to explain what had occurred on their journey to the Pocono
Woods, Mrs. Livingston listening with wide open eyes.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my dears," comforted the elderly woman after having
heard the story of their experiences. "But you surely did show pluck. That
is proper. A Camp Girl must be resourceful and brave under all
circumstances."

"Yeth ma'am. Pleathe tell that to Buthter. She ith a 'fraid cat."

"My dear Miss Thompson, that is not the way a Camp Girl should speak of
any of her companions. However, I will forgive you this time. Are you
hungry? You must be after that long walk."

"We had a light luncheon on the way out," answered Miss Elting.

"All of you come with me to the cook tent at once. But I warn, you it will
be a luncheon of such as we can put our hands on. I do not wish to wake
the workers at this hour."

They passed by a long row of darkened tents on their way to the cook tent
located well down the street, which was a street in name only.

"I have assigned you and Miss Thompson to this tent, Miss Burrell," said
the Chief Guardian. "You will be introduced to your tentmates in the
morning. Here we are."

The cook tent was filled with long tables running lengthways of the tent.
Everything was bright and clean with a strong odor of pine in the air.

"My! That odor of pine does give one an appetite," laughed Miss Elting.
"What may we do to assist you?"

"You may make the coffee while I get together some things to eat,"
directed Mrs. Livingston. "You will find the coffee-pot and coffee can
beside it on the second shelf to the right. I think there is still fire in
the stove. I had it kept up until late rather expecting that you would
come in hungry. I shall have to talk with Jasper. His attitude was
inexcusable."

Miss Elting having turned her attention to the fire, Harriet promptly
reached for the coffee-pot and in a short time had the coffee boiling.
Hazel took the food from Mrs. Livingston, placing it on the table and
arranging the places for the party.

"Very well done, young ladies," approved Mrs. Livingston, whose keen eyes
had missed nothing of the preparations. "That is as it should be with a
Camp Girl. I am afraid it will be useless to suggest that you eat as
lightly as possible. You must be famished, but remember you will be going
to bed very shortly after your meal."

They promised her that they would heed her suggestion. All did so save
Grace who ate heavily. Mrs. Livingston regarded the little girl with an
amused smile. She already knew Tommy better than Tommy even knew herself.
To take their attention from their eating in a measure, Mrs. Livingston
told them something of the life of the camp with reference to themselves.

"After you have filled out and signed the blanks to-morrow you will be
full fledged members of the Camp Girls' Association. Each of you will have
attained your first rank. You will be known as Wood Gatherers and the
emblem of your rank will be the crossed fagots on the Sleeves of your
blouses. By the way, Miss Elting, have they been supplied with the
uniform?"

"Yes. Their clothes are in their trunks. We were obliged to leave them at
the station."

Mrs. Livingston nodded.

"Jasper will bring them over to-morrow--provided he has found his horse by
that time," she added with a half smile.

"Do we have to gather wood?" questioned Grace.

"Sometimes. We all have to do our parts in this community. The young
women of the organization do the cooking and the sweeping for the entire
camp. They are divided into squads. All this is arranged by themselves.
Those who are doing the work for the day are called the Workers. You will
have to be up and ready for your duties by six o'clock in the morning when
you are Workers."

"Oh, my goodneth, I couldn't do that," exclaimed Grace.

"Each girl must do her part. The rules of the camp will be explained to
you to-morrow. But I am quite sure the Meadow-Brook Girls will make a
delightful addition to Camp Wau-Wau."

"We shall do our best, Mrs. Livingston," Harriet assured her with eyes
fixed on the face of the Chief Guardian.

"I am sure that you will," was the reply. "Miss Burrell, you and Miss
Thompson will occupy cots in the tent I showed to you as we passed along.
Your tentmates will be Patricia Scott and Cora Kidder. We are obliged to
place four girls in a tent now when we have so many of them with us, later
on two girls may arrange to occupy one tent if they desire to do so,
though the request is seldom made. Breakfast will begin at seven o'clock.
We like to have all our girls on hand promptly at that hour. Miss Brown
and Miss Holland will be your tentmates for the present, Miss Elting. I
think as soon as possible I shall place the Meadow-Brook Girls in one
tent. Would that please you?"

"Yes, indeed," cried the girls.

"Yeth, thank you. We're a clothe corporation, ath my father would thay."

"Grace's father is a lawyer," explained Miss Elting with a smile.

"I observe that she exhibits quite a legal trend of mind," laughed the
Chief Guardian. "Now if you have finished eating I will show you to your
tents. Have you any other changes of clothes for to-morrow morning!"

Harriet said they had not. The Chief said she would try to borrow a skirt
for Harriet. The other girls' clothes were in somewhat better condition,
and would do, even though Sunday was a partial dress up day at Camp
Wau-Wau.

Carrying her lantern Mrs. Livingston led the way first to the tent that
Miss Elting and the two girls were to occupy. The other occupant of this
tent did not wake up. Hers was a sound sleep, induced by hours full of
activity and enjoyment in the fragrant woods.

When they entered the next tent, however, Harriet caught a glimpse of a
pair of bright eyes peering at them from above the blankets. The eyes
closed almost instantly and the sound of regular breathing came from that
cot.

Harriet smiled to herself. She glanced quickly at Tommy who almost
imperceptibly closed and opened one eye. Quick-witted, Tommy had not
missed the little scene. Harriet wanted to laugh, but instead her face
wore a grave expression as she listened to Mrs. Livingston explaining how
they were expected to air their blankets out in the open in the morning,
then after breakfast make their beds and care for their tents.

Each girl had a locker, this being nothing more than a series of hooks set
into the lower ridge plate of the tent, and on which they were supposed to
hang their clothes. A curtain covered this locker or clothes press. There
was one washstand for each pair of girls. They provided their own towels.
In the case of the Meadow-Brook Girls, their towel rack was empty, but
each had a pair in the suit cases, together with other necessary toilet
articles.

Miss Elting had been left to look after Margery and Hazel. Mrs. Livingston
remained in the tent with Harriet and Tommy, until they had prepared for
bed and finally tumbled into their cots. Then the Chief Guardian bade each
of them good night.

"Pleasant dreams, my dears," she said, and left the tent taking the
lantern with her, leaving the interior of the place in darkness. For a few
moments the two girls lay quiet, then Harriet heard Tommy calling to her
in a loud whisper.

"What is it!" asked Harriet.

"I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Everything. It ith tho thpooky in here. Thay, can't we lock the door?"

"There is no door to lock. Don't whisper so loudly. You will awaken the
other girls," warned Harriet.

"May I come over in your bed?"

"Indeed you may not. Tommy, do go to sleep. I can hardly keep my eyes
open."

Silence reigned in the tent for several minutes, then Tommy began another
plaintive whisper.

"Thay, Harriet."

"Oh, Tommy, please," begged Harriet. "What is the trouble?"

"I'm afraid."

"There is nothing to fear. What are you afraid of?"

"Bearth."

"There are no bears in this part of the country. I'm ashamed to see you
such a coward."

"You can't thee me at all. It ith too dark," retorted Grace. "What ith
that? Thomebody whithpered."

Harriet Burrell did not answer, for she was sound asleep by this time.
Tommy lay there staring into the darkness until her eyelids grew heavy.
They drooped and drooped, finally closing over her eyes altogether. But
she had no more than dropped into a doze when she came to a sitting
posture wide awake. Something had disturbed her. Something was moving in
the tent and she could almost feel it.

Tommy's eyes grew wide with terror.

"Harriet!" she whispered. "Harriet!" This time the whisper was a little
louder, but there was no answer to the appeal. Then a most terrifying
thing occurred. A low, deep growl sounded right at the head of Tommy's
cot. With a wild cry the terrified little girl landed in the middle of the
floor.




CHAPTER VII

TOMMY HAS A NIGHTMARE


Harriet rousing herself from a sound sleep, did not know where she was for
the moment. Tommy's cries of alarm however, soon brought Harriet to a
realization of her surroundings. The girl bounded from her bed.

"Tommy, oh, Tommy! What is it?"

Tommy fairly flew to what she supposed was the cot of her companion and
threw herself full force upon it. She fell upon a soft body.

"Get off! Get into your own bed. What do you mean by jumping on me?"
demanded an angry voice that Grace even in her great fright, knew at once
did not belong to her companion. "Get out of here!" The words were
accompanied by a violent push. Tommy Thompson was thrown from the cot to
the floor, on which she landed heavily.

"Thave me!" she screamed. "Oh, thave me!"

"You get in here again and I will call the guardian," declared the girl
into whose cot Tommy had thrown herself.

"I heard thomething growl," shivered Tommy.

"It is the supper you ate," suggested Harriet "I don't wonder you heard
growls. You ate more than any of the rest of us."

"She's haunted," suggested the girl on the cot. Then suddenly she
whispered: "Sh-h-h-h!"

A guardian came hurrying into the tent, holding a lantern above her head.
Neither Harriet nor Tommy had seen her before. Tommy sat in the middle of
the floor the picture of woe. Harriet stood near by with a look of deep
concern in her eyes.

"Young ladies, I am amazed," exclaimed the guardian. "Miss Kidder, what is
the meaning of this?"

"I don't know. Patricia had some difficulty with one of these girls," was
the reply.

"She jumped on me," answered Patricia. "I don't know what for, but she
knocked the breath right out of me."

"You are the new girls, are you not?" asked the guardian, turning abruptly
to Harriet and Grace.

"Yes, we are the Meadow-Brook Girls," answered Harriet.

"What appears to be the trouble?"

"Something startled my friend. What was it, Grace, dear?"

"Thome--thomething growled perfectly awful. It wath right by the head of
my bed. It thounded like a wild animal," explained Grace wide-eyed. "Yeth,
and I could hear it'th teeth thnap. It wath going to bite me."

"Nonsense, child. You were dreaming. Did you have a late supper?"

"We ate supper, after midnight," explained Harriet.

"That accounts for it. Get back into bed, at once, girls. I am Miss
Partridge, your guardian."

"I am Harriet Burrell. This is Grace Thompson," introduced Harriet, as she
slipped back into her cot.

"Now that I understand I shall not be alarmed again," said the guardian.
"I trust you will be quiet, Miss Thompson. Remember you are disturbing
others when you permit yourself to raise your voice."

"Yeth'm," answered Tommy. The guardian tucked her into bed, then left the
tent.

"Don't you dare to jump on me again," warned Cora in a low voice.

"She didn't mean to," answered Harriet. "I am sure Grace is sorry that she
disturbed you."

"Yeth. Beg your pardon," said Grace. "But what wath it that growled at
me?"

"I tell you, you're haunted," answered Cora. Tommy snuggled down
trembling. She had begun to believe that she was haunted. After this
interruption the girls slept soundly until late in the night, when all
those in that part of the camp were again aroused by a series of piercing
screams and cries for help. The cries sounded from the tent occupied by
Harriet and Tommy. Not only Miss Partridge, but the Chief Guardian came
running to the scene.

The interior of the tent was in an uproar, but as the guardians neared the
scene they were alarmed to discover that the cries came from without
rather than from within the tent.

Then a further startling discovery was made. A little white clad figure
crouched on the ground a few feet outside the entrance to the tent She was
screaming with terror. Beside her was Harriet Burrell, shaking the
screaming Tommy.

"Stop it! Stop it!" commanded Harriet.

"Yes, please do. You will have the camp in an uproar," commanded Mrs.
Livingston. "Come inside at once. Miss Burrell, will you kindly assist
your friend in? Miss Partridge tells me this young woman raised a
disturbance once before this evening. I fear the late supper was too much
for her. Now, my dear," added the Chief Guardian kindly. "Tell me all
about it."

Tommy sat terror-stricken on the edge of her cot. Patricia Scott and Cora
Kidder likewise were sitting on the edges of their cots. They did not
appear to be frightened. They looked bored and disgusted.

"It wath the motht terrible thing," breathed Grace.

"You must have been dreaming. But tell me, what you think you saw," urged
Mrs. Livingston.

"I didn't think I thaw it. I did thee it," declared Tommy firmly.

"You were dreaming, Tommy. You know you were," said Harriet, but Tommy
shook her head with emphasis.

"It wath a big pink elephant. I thaw him. He walked right in at that door.
Then--then--then--he thtepped up on the cot and walked on me with hith
feet. He wath jutht going to thtep on my face when I cried out."

"Nightmare," smiled Miss Partridge.

"It wath not," protested Grace. "Wait! When I cried out the pink elephant
put hith trunk right around my neck. Look! You'll thee the mark of the
trunk on my neck now."

"Nonsense! There is no mark there, dear," soothed Harriet.

"I gueth I know! It ith my neck. Then the pink elephant lifted me right
up. He wath growling jutht like a bear all the time. Then he carried me
right out doorth and dropped me on the ground. I heard thome thrange
thingth too. I heard feet and wingth in the air. I thaw thome awful
thingth, and----"

"My dear, you have a wonderful imagination," declared Mrs. Livingston,
laughing. "And what is more and worse still, you have eaten too heavily. I
shall see to it that you do not indulge in any late repasts after this."

"Then pleathe tell me, how did I get out doorth?" demanded Tommy
triumphantly. This was something of a poser. Harriet said Grace did not
appear to be fully awake when she reached her little companion.

"What do you know about this?" questioned the guardian, turning to
Patricia Scott.

"Nothing, whatever," replied Patricia.

"Neither do I," answered Cora Kidder. "I was awakened by a great uproar
for the second time to-night. The noise at first sounded right here in the
tent, then when I had sat up on my cot I discovered that it was outside. I
hurried out thinking I might be needed. I found that young woman shaking
the little one. That is all I know about it, Miss Partridge."

"I am sorry that you have been so disturbed," said Mrs. Livingston kindly.
"I do not think Miss Thompson will have any further attacks of nightmare
to-night. If she does, of course we shall have to remove her to some other
tent where she will not disturb any one except possibly a guardian. Now
get back to bed, girls."

The two guardians waited until quiet had once more been restored in the
tent, then retired leaving the girls again in darkness. Tommy was still
trembling, but the keen edge of her fright had worn away.

Harriet lay wide awake for some time. She heard faint whispers being
exchanged between Patricia and Cora. Harriet recalled a swift look that
passed between the two girls when Tommy was telling her exciting story.

"Those girls have had something to do with this," declared Harriet to
herself. "But surely, they were not to blame for Tommy's having had the
nightmare. Tommy had only herself to blame for that. Still, how did she
get outside? That is what I should like to know. I think Miss Patricia
Scott and Miss Cora Kidder could explain something of that if they were to
tell the truth."

Having reached this conclusion, Harriet Burrell went to sleep and slept
until morning without further interruption. She was awakened by the
morning bell. Patricia and Cora had already dressed and gone out. Tommy
was asleep, deaf to the jangling morning bell.

"Tommy, Tommy! Get up," called Harriet. Tommy muttered. Harriet went over
and shook her until she was wide awake. "You have only fifteen minutes to
dress, dear."

"I don't want to dreth. I want to thleep," objected Tommy. Harriet pulled
her out of bed, causing Tommy to sit down heavily on the floor. Muttering
and scolding, Grace dragged herself about wearily and began making her
morning toilet. But she protested with every move she made. Just before
the fifteen minute time allowance had expired, the two girls stepped out
into a glorious forest morning. Great trees towered above them, the forest
birds were raising their voices in a melodious chorus, fresh, pungent
odors from spruce and hemlock trees filled the air and somewhere near at
hand, a stream splashed and rippled musically.

"Glorious!" breathed Harriet. "Oh, isn't it wonderful, Grace, dear?"

Grace Thompson's eyes lighted up appreciatively, then they danced merrily.
All at once, Grace raised her voice shrilly in the yell of the
Meadow-Brook Girls:

    "Rah, rah, rah,
     Rah, rah, rah!
     Meadow-Brook, Meadow-Brook,
     Thithboom ah!"

"Tommy, Tommy, you shouldn't have done that," rebuked Harriet.

Fully a dozen girls sprang from their tents attracted by the new cry; then
they began laughing when they saw Harriet in her torn skirt and had gotten
a good look at Tommy Thompson's impish face.

"Young ladies, do you know what day this is?" reminded one girl who seemed
older than any of the others outside.

"Yeth. It ith the greatetht day I ever thaw and I'm going to yell thome
more after I have my breakfatht," declared Tommy with an emphasis that
left no doubt in their minds as to her intentions.

"No, my dear young woman, this is Sunday," answered the previous speaker.
"You would do well not to forget it, unless you wish for a pleasant little
interview with Mrs. Livingston."

"There! What did I tell you, Tommy?" exclaimed Harriet.

"I don't care. It ith grand and I've got to make a noithe. Why don't they
thtop the birdth from making a noithe on Thunday, too?" retorted Grace as
the two girls walked slowly toward the cook tent with the eyes of the camp
upon them.

"Yes, she is a perfect fright," suddenly declared a voice that Harriet
recognized as belonging to Patricia Scott. "I should not think Mrs.
Livingston would permit her to parade about in that gown."

Harriet's face flushed, but she did not even turn her head. Tommy
fortunately had not caught the words, for which Harriet was thankful. She
knew that Tommy would have resented the remark and made a scene there and
then. The two girls entered the cook tent with some forty other girls
following on slowly behind them.




CHAPTER VIII

A DAY WITH AN EXCITING FINISH


The Camp Girls stood in groups waiting for introductions to the
Meadow-Brook Girls which they knew were to come. Mrs. Livingston performed
these introductions. As she did so, she explained the reason for the
disheveled appearance of the Meadow-Brook Girls, calling attention to the
pluck of Harriet Burrell in trying to stop the mad dash of the frightened
horse, for which, Mrs. Livingston said, an honor mark already had been
placed opposite her name. It was the true Camp Girl spirit, said the Chief
Guardian and they were proud to welcome her to their ranks.

The Camp Girls had been comparatively cordial to the newcomers since their
arrival. Now that they had heard of Harriet's pluck they were especially
so. They pressed forward with greetings so warm and friendly that the
Meadow-Brook Girls knew them to be sincere, and this made the four young
women feel at home on the instant. Harriet's face was still flushed from
Mrs. Livingston's praise and her eyelids were drooping modestly. Tommy,
however, was in her element. She talked incessantly, and even had to be
reminded that Mrs. Livingston was about to say grace. So absorbed did she
become in her own chatter that she did not observe that the whole table
was awaiting the conclusion of her talk for the more solemn duty of asking
grace.

Harriet thought she had never gazed upon a more attractive scene. Flowers
were arranged at intervals along each table. At each end of the tables sat
the guardians, generally college girls who had volunteered their services
for the summer. Then the rows of brown-faced, bright-eyed girls completed
the picture. There was practically no restraint placed upon the girls.
Most of the campers were well-bred young women who instinctively
distinguished between brightness and boisterousness. There was plenty of
gay laughter and bright repartee, in which the keen-witted college-girl
guardians occasionally took part. These college girls were both an example
and an inspiration to the younger girls of the camp. It was from one of
these young women sitting near her that Harriet learned what "honors"
meant in the camp. Every time a girl did something of merit she was
awarded an honor, these being bestowed in the form of colored wooden
beads.

In addition to this the girls were advanced in degrees. One day they might
themselves become guardians. It was all very attractive. There were many
duties for the girls to perform and many, many things to learn. Their days
Harriet discovered, were not wholly devoted to amusement, but to learning
woodcraft and other useful things.

"I am sure I shall never want to leave this wonderful place," cried
Harriet enthusiastically when the meal came to a close and the guardian
had bestowed an appreciative smile on her.

The work being cleared out of the way by the Workers, Mrs. Livingston read
from the Bible out in the open, with the girls sitting on the ground with
feet tucked under them. Over-head the birds sang sweetly, their voices
heard even above those of the girls when all joined in the singing that
followed the reading of the Scripture. Following this came a period of
relaxation and visiting during which the Meadow-Brook Girls began to
really get acquainted with their fellow campers.

The guardians, the four girls learned, had full charge of all forms of
recreation, so that when the guardian of Harriet's division proposed a
trip out into the woods, it was a virtual command. The walk was a saunter
among the trees, during which Miss Partridge gave them some lessons in
woodcraft, especially on how to find one's way about in the woods. It was
an extremely interesting talk to Harriet Burrell, though she already was
familiar with a number of the things Miss Partridge told her. Every one of
the girls who had been out on the tramp, returned with keen appetites for
luncheon which was served at half past twelve. Dinner on Sunday was served
at five o'clock, on other days it was served at six o'clock. At luncheon
Mrs. Livingston addressed the girls on the work and duties of a Camp Girl.
One part of her discourse gave Harriet a better idea of the purposes of
the camp than she had before known.

"We are a self-governing body," said the Chief Guardian. "For the benefit
of the newcomers among us I will say that our laws are not written laws.
Young women soon recognize that if we are to have a happy, wholesome camp
life, each girl must do her part well. The keynote of the whole summer's
work is service. The girls must be thoughtful for one another. I cannot
emphasize this too strongly.

"To be eligible to the second rank of your order a young woman must be
able to fulfil requirements such as these: She must be able to prepare two
meals without help or advice; must sleep with open windows or out of doors
for at least one month; must refrain from candy and soda for at least one
month; must know how to act when a person's clothing is on fire or when a
person has fallen into deep water, as well as what to do in case of
fainting.

"The honors," continued Mrs. Livingston, "are less easily earned. For
instance, any one of the following accomplishments will count as one point
in the favor of the girl who earns them: Be free from colds for two
successive months in the winter; be able to bring up some certain object
from the bottom in ten feet of water; to know and describe three kinds of
baby cries and what they mean; to commit to memory the preambles to the
Constitution and the Declaration of Independence; also Lincoln's
Gettysburg address. There are many more requirements that you young women
who have just become members of our camp, will learn from your associates.
I shall hope to see you not only reaching the next higher grade at an
early day, but winning honors as well," concluded Mrs. Livingston.

"Good grathiouth!" exclaimed Tommy in the brief period of silence
following the Chief Guardian's talk. She said it in a voice that was heard
by every one of the girls in camp.

A suppressed titter rippled around the tables. Mrs. Livingston looked
inquiringly at Tommy.

"Well, Miss Thompson, what is it?" questioned the guardian.

"I gueth I'll be an angel before I know all of thith."

The titter became a shout of merriment in which all the guardians joined.
Miss Elting knowing Tommy as she did, merely smiled, but Margery blushed
painfully. She felt humiliated for her friend. Tommy, however, had fully
established her reputation in that camp. In future nothing that she might
say or do would be taken seriously by her companions. Mrs. Livingston made
no effort to correct the girl. Instead she left that to the girls
believing that Tommy would leave the camp fairly well made over. She
understood that Tommy was merely a spoiled child, under whose apparently
thoughtless, almost impertinent manner lay the making of a charming,
lovable young woman.

While they were still at luncheon Jasper came into camp with the trunks
that he had brought in another wagon. He had found his horse, but the
animal had cut both legs severely and could not be driven for some time.
From the log road Jasper had dragged the trunks to the camp on a
two-wheeled cart. Tommy spied him plodding down the path pushing the cart.
She eyed him inquiringly. The girls set up a shout when they caught sight
of Jasper. He was popular in that he brought mail to them and sometimes
goodies from home.

"That ith Jath," nodded Tommy.

"You mean Mr. Jasper," corrected Miss Partridge.

"Yeth."

"Harriet pulled hith whithkerth latht night. Do you know what he thaid?"

"I can imagine that he was quite angry," answered Miss Partridge.

"Yeth I gueth he wath. He thaid, 'leggo my whithkerth, contharn ye!' Yeth
he did, didn't he, Harriet! Wathn't that awful?"

"Oh, Tommy!" begged Harriet.

It was a full minute before order was restored in the dining tent. At the
conclusion of the outbreak Mrs. Livingston gave the signal to rise and the
girls crowded out with flushed faces and laughing eyes, a group of them
surrounding Tommy, asking her questions in the hope that she might amuse
them with other funny remarks. This gathering was interrupted by the voice
of Mrs. Livingston.

"The Meadow-Brook Girls may go to their tents to arrange their outfits,"
she announced. "The trunks are in place. I suppose you will want to change
to your camp uniforms."

The girls assented eagerly. Tommy fairly flew over the uneven ground. She
caught her toe on the root of a tree, measuring her length on the ground.
She was up and off again unheeding the shouts of laughter from her
companions.

Each of the Meadow-Brook Girls was eager to get into her uniform. Tommy
was so excited that Harriet had to assist her in dressing. Then when this
had been accomplished Tommy swept up and down the tent, surveying herself
in the mirror from various different attitudes.

"How do you like me?" she demanded, squinting up at Harriet.

"You will do very well if you fix your hair. It looks frightful, Tommy.
You must spend more time with it. The way you wear your hair reminds me of
Crazy Jane."

"Oh, dear. I can't thpend the time to bother with it. I'm too buthy. You
do it for me."

"I will help you, of course, if you wish, but a Camp Girl should be able
to do such things for herself. Now you watch me do mine. While you are
watching, give your own hair a good brushing."

Harriet parted her hair in the middle in a very straight line, divided it
into four strands, which she wound into as many soft coils, two at the
nape of the neck and one on each side half concealing her ears. She pinned
it securely, then with artistic precision fluffed a few locks of hair
about her temples.

"There!" she said, turning a smiling face to her little companion who had
been observing her admiringly.

"I couldn't do that with my hair."

"I know that, dear. Your hair is not as thick as mine. Now let me see what
you can do with yours. It looks better now that you have brushed it out."

Tommy arranged herself before a mirror. She braided her light hair tightly
into a pig-tail, tying it about half way up with a black ribbon. Stray
ends, like the unraveled strands of a rope were left stringing down over
her ears, giving to her face a more impish expression than it had worn
before. She turned from the mirror in which she had been admiring her
handiwork, to meet the laughing eyes of her companion.

"How do you like me?"

"Oh, I don't know. At least it looks better than it did."

"Fine, ithn't it? Crathy Jane'th hair never looked tho well ath that. But
thith dreth ith a little too thombre for one of my age, don't you think?"
questioned Tommy wisely.

"I think they will forget all about the sombreness of the dress when they
see your happy face," answered Harriet. "Besides, it is the dress that
all the girls here are wearing. I call it a very pretty uniform. I hope
Margery had the buttons sewed securely on hers. If not she will burst them
all off the first time she stoops over."

"Yeth, Buthter ith too fat," agreed Tommy. "Thay, Harriet?"

"Yes?"

"I don't like Patrithia and Cora."

"You shouldn't say that. You hardly know them."

"I don't want to. Every time they look at me they laugh. I'll thay
thomething to them firtht thing they know."

"Please, please, Grace, never do anything of the sort. You might be sent
home for such a thing. You know what Mrs. Livingston said to-day about
girls being thoughtful for each other and always kind and helpful."

"Well Patrithia ithn't thoughtful or kind to me, ith thhe?"

"That is no reason why you should not be. Are you ready?"

"Yeth. Let'th go out and thtrut up and down."

"I am afraid you are a vain little creature, but you are a dear, Tommy,
just the same," laughed Harriet, giving one of Tommy's little pink ears a
mischievous pinch after which the two girls emerged from their tent arm in
arm.

The Camp Girls gathered about them. The plainness of the costume became
Harriet, but Tommy did not look quite herself. Her face appeared smaller
than ever, and her light hair was accentuated by the dark color of the
uniform. The little girl, however, soon forgot all about her personal
appearance in the enjoyment she found in talking with the other girls of
the camp.

There was little to be done on Sunday afternoon. Those who preferred to do
so might read. Others spent the time in lounging and visiting or strolling
among the great trees either putting into practice such wood-lore as they
had learned or discussing their own and camp affairs. Those girls who had
been to the camp before or held high rank in the association took it upon
themselves to instruct and be helpful to the younger and less experienced
girls. Harriet's love of nature and her frequent communions with it, made
her a popular pupil. About many things she knew as much if not more than
her instructors among the girls, but she carefully avoided setting up her
knowledge against that of her companions.

The day passed happily. After dinner the campers gathered about a cheerful
campfire where they spent the greater part of the evening listening to
Indian legends told to them by the guardians, relating interesting
experiences in their own lives, or exciting adventures, as the case might
be. Then came bedtime. The Meadow-Brook Girls were eager to retire. They
were equally eager to greet the coming day.

During the day just ended, they had passed scarcely a word with Patricia
and Cora. The former was a girl about Harriet's age, the latter a year or
two older. Cora was proud and haughty. In this respect she was unlike the
average Camp Girl, making the contrast, in Harriet's eyes, all the more
marked.

Harriet bade both girls a courteous good night as she turned in to her
cot. They were more slow to get to bed, and a guardian's voice reminding
them that it was then a quarter after nine, fifteen minutes past the time
when lights should be out, caused the two girls quickly to extinguish the
lantern that hung on the centre pole and seek their cots. Harriet in a
half doze realized that they were talking. She roused herself, not to
listen, but because they had disturbed her. But Harriet would not ask them
to be quiet. As for Tommy, that young woman was asleep almost the instant
she touched the cot. It will be recalled that she had had little sleep
during the previous night.

Then Harriet went to sleep with the whisperings of Patricia and Cora
reaching her but faintly. She recalled afterwards that when she roused
herself they were sitting on the edge of Patricia's cot.

As the night advanced the camp became dark and silent. Two or three
figures might have been seen stealing into the tent where the two
Meadow-Brook Girls lay sleeping, but their movements were so cautious and
stealthy that they did not awaken the sleepers.

There was sudden rush of feet, a smothered exclamation and a half cry of
alarm from Tommy's cot, then a struggle from Harriet's side of the tent A
few moments of silence followed, after which two forms with their heads
swathed in towels were led from the tent, one struggling with all her
strength to free herself from her captors, the other walking along without
a protesting word or action.

The camp slumbered on. Not a sound had reached the ears of the sleeping
guardians near at hand, nor had another Camp Girl been awakened. The
figures of captors and captives were swallowed up in the gloom of the
forest within a few moments.




CHAPTER IX

SOUNDING THE GENERAL ALARM


The instant a hand touched her cot Harriet Burrell was awake and sitting
up. But to her amazement she was thrown on her back, a towel was twisted
about her head by a pair of dexterous hands and her arms were pinioned at
her sides. At first she did not know what to make of this sudden attack,
then a warning whisper in a girlish voice brought understanding with it.
Harriet had been struggling with good prospect of getting free, but she
ceased her efforts at once upon coming to the conclusion that some of the
Camp Girls were playing a midnight trick on her. Harriet even assisted
them by obediently rising from her cot. A pair of rubber-soled tennis
shoes were quickly slipped on her feet. Her clothing, with the exception
of her camp uniform, was handed her and she dressed as best she could
under the circumstances. Then her bathrobe was thrown about her shoulders
and again the warning voice whispered to her to be silent.

The midnight intruders found Tommy, however, a most belligerent captive.
She struggled violently and made frantic efforts to scream out, until,
fearful of discovery, one of the mysterious visitors hastily seized
Tommy's clothing from her locker, another took charge of her bathrobe
while four of them marched the indignant little girl out of the tent and
away from the camp where she was forced into her clothes despite her
strenuous resistance.

"They are hazing us," thought Harriet as she was led away.

That was the plan. The hazers, now divided themselves into two parties.
One division took charge of Grace, while the other division proceeded in
the opposite direction with Harriet and after walking a short distance
came to a halt. The bath towel that was nearly suffocating Harriet was
partly removed from her head. A voice, plainly disguised spoke to her.

"Art thou prepared for initiation into the mysteries of the tribe of
Wau-Wau, my sister?" asked the voice.

"That depends upon what the initiation into those mysteries is. I don't
know whether I am prepared or not," answered the girl lightly.

"My sisters, is the fire extinguished and the hearth left in order?" asked
the first speaker.

"Even so."

"Then having been tried by fire, by the flame that thou wilt one day wear
upon thine arm it is meet that thou shouldst learn the touch of the enemy
of those flames. My sisters what is the enemy that defeats the flame?"

"Water," answered a muffled chorus of voices.

"Then, my sister, thou, having been tried by the fire, the fire that
burned at our feet this evening it is meet that thou shouldst now submit
to the final test. Below thee is a pool, a pool deep and dark wherein lurk
the water sprite and the wood nymph, waiting there to welcome thee."

Harriet now heard the ripple of water somewhere near at hand. She smiled.
Water, no matter how deep, held no terrors for her. She was an expert
swimmer. However, the night was cool and she knew that the water of a
forest stream would be a great deal colder.

"Hast thou yet earned the swimming honor?" asked the voice at her side.

"I can swim, if that is what you mean."

"It is well. The water sprites and the wood nymphs will lend wings to thee
in thy efforts to please them. But beware. The way is far and dark. A
bottomless pool lies far below thee. Art thou prepared?"

"Oh, yes, I think so. At least I shall be no better prepared in----"

Harriet Burrell did not complete the sentence. Her bathrobe was suddenly
snatched from her shoulders. Some one gave her a violent push from
behind. She leaped to save herself from falling, just what they had looked
for her to do. It seemed to Harriet that she must have fallen many, many
feet before she reached the water, which in reality was not more than
three feet below the spot from which she leaped. She struck the water with
a little gasp, then stood still for a second in bewilderment, as the water
rippled over her feet and ankles. The bottomless pool was not more than a
foot deep.

"Is that all?" she asked in a calm voice after she had recovered from her
first astonishment. "I hope you do not wish me to swim this stream. The
water is rather too shallow, even for me."

"Come, sister. Thou hast been tried in the waters of Wau-Wau and found not
wanting. A helping hand will meet thee where water meets earth and earth
meets water. Come."

Harriet did not seek the assistance of any one in getting out of the
stream, but a hand grasped one of hers and assisted her to the bank. The
girl felt herself enveloped once more in her bathrobe, and her captives
led her in what she shrewdly guessed to be the direction of the camp.

While all this was going on, the other party of hazers was holding Grace
Thompson captive not far from the stream to where Harriet had been
conducted. Wrapped in the folds of her bathrobe, the towel still bound
about her head and over her eyes, Tommy stood practically helpless in the
midst of her captors.

"My sisters," said one of the hazers, acting as the spokesman for that
branch of the initiation party. "What is the name of the Indian maiden
whose spirit guides this little sister?"

"Tommy, the Squirrel," was the prompt reply.

"Ah! Then being guided by the spirit of a squirrel, O little maiden, thou
shouldst prove thy prowess by climbing a tree. Ah! The tree is close at
hand. Climb, sister."

"I gueth not!" returned Tommy, in a threatening voice. "I'll thcream for
help."

"Shouting will avail thee nothing. No ears will hear. Climb and all shall
be well."

Tommy had her doubts about this latter statement. She knew how loudly she
could scream. She knew also that they were not very far from the camp
because she could now and then catch a flicker of the campfire through the
trees.

An idea occurred to the little girl and could her captors have looked into
her eyes they would have read there an expression of cunning that boded
ill for them.

"Will the Squirrel climb?" demanded the voice.

"Yeth, the Thquirrel will climb," she acquiesced, with surprising
docility. "Where ith the tree?"

"Just behind you."

Grace was turned about, her hands were placed against the trunk of the
tree, and the towel was suddenly removed from about her head.

The tree was a small one with limbs hanging low, almost within reach of
Grace Thompson's hands. Some one gave her a boost. Tommy took advantage of
it and with the help of the hazers clambered to the lower limb. In the
intense darkness she was unable to see clearly anything about her. Feeling
her way, cautiously, she climbed to the next limb. Her bathrobe, however,
sadly impeded her progress, but by determined efforts she managed at last
to reach the top of the tree.

"Come on up, girlth. It ith fine up here."

Tommy's courage was rapidly returning to her. Then again she could afford
to speak pleasantly to her captors for she was about to turn the tables on
them in a most unexpected manner.

"You're all 'fraid catth, 'fraid catth and I'm going to thhow you that you
are. In a minute I'm going to thcare you half to death. Now watch me."

Tommy did all she had promised to do, and just as Harriet and her captors
were moving toward the camp, Tommy uttered a wild, piercing cry. Then she
uttered another and still another. About that time half a dozen girls
might have been observed fleeing toward the camp. They were running as
perhaps they had never run before. Harriet was left standing alone on the
bank of the stream. She was too startled at first to realize what the
cries meant. All at once she discovered that the voice was Tommy's. But
Harriet was considerably puzzled, for there was not the least note of
alarm in the cries. They were intended solely to arouse the camp and cause
the downfall of the girls who were running for their tents. So far as
arousing the camp was concerned, Tommy's plan worked to perfection for
girls in every tent were tumbling out in alarm.

Then Tommy discovered that she was alone, and becoming alarmed at being
left out in the woods without company, she began to scream in earnest. At
the same time she endeavored to scramble down from her lofty position
scratching her hands on the projections of the tree in her hasty descent.
Suddenly she missed her footing. Her hands slipped from the limb to which
she had been clinging, and she felt herself falling. She did not reach the
ground, however, for the heavy cord confining her bathrobe at the waist
caught on a projecting limb of the tree, and Tommy dangled helplessly in
the air.

This time her screams were full of terror. Never before had such screams
been heard at Camp Wau-Wau. Off in the camp a bell was being frantically
rung. A general alarm was being sounded. Guardians clad in kimonos and
bathrobes were running toward Tommy and the tree that was holding her
prisoner. Camp Girls eager to distinguish themselves and earn a bead for
their bravery were not far behind the guardians, with promise of
outdistancing the latter if the race lasted long enough.

Guardians carried lanterns and here and there a girl was carrying a torch
that she had thoughtfully snatched from the fire as she ran along. Among
the torch bearers were Patricia Scott and Cora Kidder. They were among the
foremost of the girls to rush to the relief of the unfortunate Tommy.

No sooner had Harriet recognized the note of terror in Tommy's voice than
she sprang forward to go to her companion's assistance. She believed
something serious had happened to Grace.

"Where are you! Grace, oh, Grace!" cried Harriet.

Tommy, instead of answering, screamed the louder. Harriet, guided by the
sound of her friend's voice, groped her way to the tree from which Grace
was suspended, and after stumbling blindly about she finally succeeded in
reaching the base of the tree.

"Oh, Tommy, what is the matter?"

"I'm--I'm up a tree," wailed Grace.

"Why don't you come down?"

"I can't. I'm fatht."

"Be quiet. I'll climb up and release you," soothed Harriet, starting to
climb up the small tree trunk. "Some one is coming from the camp. I see
the lights. This is too bad. I was in hopes they might not know about it.
Now we shall never hear the last of it."

"I don't care if we don't. I want to get down," wailed Grace.

Harriet succeeded in, climbing the tree to a point where she could reach
out and touch her companion. Perhaps suspecting something of the truth,
Harriet moved very cautiously. She discovered what the trouble was almost
at once.

"Tommy I'm afraid when I loosen this cord that holds you you will fall,"
said Harriet.

"How far will I fall?" quavered Tommy.

"Only a few feet," replied Harriet. "You aren't more than six or seven
feet from the ground. The ground is soft. It's all moss and mold under
this tree."

"I don't want to fall," wailed the little girl "I want to thtay here.
Don't you dare touch me, Harriet Burrell."

"Then wait until the others get here. They are almost here now."

"There it is," cried a voice. Harriet thought the voice belonged to Miss
Elting. It proved to belong to Cora Kidder. "My gracious, girls what is
it?"

"It ith I," answered a plaintive voice from above their heads.

"Oh, oh, oh!" cried the girls as they gazed up at the limb of the tree
from where Tommy was suspended.

"Young woman what are you doing up there?" demanded Mrs. Livingston. "Are
you Miss Thompson?"

"I wath. I don't know who I am now, Mithith Livingthton. Pleathe help me
down."

"If you will stand below to catch her I think I shall be able to release
her," called Harriet from her perch in the tree.

Harriet had not been seen before in the darkness, screened by the foliage
as she was, Mrs. Livingston called to know who she was. Harriet gave her
name. Then the Chief Guardian directed that Harriet should release the
prisoner from her difficulty while several of the guardians stood in a
circle under the tree with arms outstretched ready to stop the fall of the
little figure hanging over their heads.

"Are you going to drop me?" questioned Tommy in great alarm.

"Yes, but it won't hurt you," answered Harriet.

"I don't want to. I----"

Tommy did not complete the sentence. Instead she finished with a scream as
Harriet unfastened the cord from the stub that had held it and with one
hand lowered Tommy into the arms of her friends. This Harriet did with one
hand, clinging with the other to one of the lower limbs of the tree. As
several of the girls held up their lanterns to aid the others in catching
Grace, there were exclamations of admiration at Harriet's exhibition of
strength.

"Who would think her so strong?" exclaimed a guardian.

"Harriet is as plucky as she is strong," answered Miss Elting.

So Tommy did not fall after all. Harriet had not been certain that the
cord would hold, hence she had requested the guardians to stand ready to
break the smaller girl's fall. After Tommy had been lowered, Harriet
swung herself down and joined the excited group below.

"Miss Burrell, kindly explain what you were doing in the tree?" demanded
the Chief Guardian.

"I went up to assist my companion."

"What was she doing there--how did she chance to be in the tree?"

"I do not know, Mrs. Livingston. Tommy will know. I was not there when she
climbed the tree. I heard her call and went to her assistance."

Mrs. Livingston did not say that Harriet's being near enough to hear the
call before any of the others had heard it, needed explanation. Instead
she turned to Tommy.

"Miss Thompson, what were you doing in the tree?"

"I wath hanging down."

"How did you get up there? Did some one lift you there?"

"I climbed. Then when I got up far enough tho they couldn't get me, I
yelled."

"So who could not get you?" questioned the Chief Guardian sharply.

"Oh, thome folkth that I wath taking a walk with through the woodth,"
answered Tommy lamely.

"Young women we will return to the camp," announced Mrs. Livingston. It
was a silent procession, except in the case of Grace, who kept up a
continual chatter without saying much of anything.

Most of the girls were aware that a serious offense had been committed and
that the morrow would be a day of reckoning. More than one girl in that
party was shivering as though from the chill night air. All crawled into
bed silently that night with expectations of trouble when morning came.




CHAPTER X

AROUND THE COUNCIL FIRE


Tommy's sprightly remarks failed to draw forth the customary laughter that
usually greeted them at breakfast that morning. The faces of most of the
girls wore serious expressions. Mrs. Livingston and the guardians were
grave, speaking in low tones when they spoke at all, as if to impress upon
all the Camp Girls the gravity of the previous night's occurrences. The
suspicion of a laugh was raised, however, by Tommy's remark toward the
close of the meal.

"I with thomebody would laugh," she complained with a queer little
grimace.

"You may laugh if you wish," answered the Chief Guardian pleasantly. But
somehow Tommy couldn't quite bring herself to do so.

Breakfast being finished the daily routine of the camp went on with its
accustomed regularity. Not a word had been spoken about the hazing of the
two new girls. The guardians were following some carefully laid plan, but
Harriet wondered that no inquiry was made. She had fully looked for a
searching investigation to take place immediately after breakfast. None
came.

The first work that the new girls were called upon to do was to gather
sticks from the forest for a campfire.

"A Camp Girl," Miss Partridge had told them, "should first of all know how
to build a fire, the campfire being the family fireside when one is in the
forest. It is the basis of the camp life. Being of the rank of Wood
Gatherers it is your duty to gather the fagots for your own fire."

The girls were instructed in the relative values of different woods as
fuel. They learned too that, as birch bark burned very freely, it should
be used in starting the campfire whenever available.

Having gathered the wood the girls were further instructed in piling it to
the best advantage, leaving an open space at the bottom of the pile so
that a draft might be created. Each girl was called upon to lay the wood
for the fire, then taught to light the fire either in windy or calm
weather. One of the leaders among the more experienced Camp Girls started
a second fire for them by rubbing two sticks together. She explained that
it required dry tinder for this purpose, something seldom found in the
woods.

By the time the lesson had come to an end the luncheon hour had arrived.
There was more conversation at this meal, though it was carried on in low
tones. The same depressing cloud that had been in evidence at the morning
meal, was still present. Harriet noticed, too, that Miss Elting had barely
spoken to Grace and her that morning. This hurt Harriet. She felt it
keenly, though Miss Elting's avoidance of the two girls was because she
did not wish either one to talk with her about the hazing. All inquiry as
to that offense must be left to the Chief Guardian. As yet the Chief
Guardian had made no move looking toward an inquiry into the doings of the
previous night so far as any of the girls knew.

About the middle of the afternoon, however, Harriet saw a large group of
girls gathered about a tree near the camp. The girls appeared to be
laboring under considerable excitement. She hastened over and after a
short time managed to elbow her way close enough to see what it was that
had so excited them.

Nailed to the tree was a piece of white bark. On it was written the
following order:

    "A Council Fire will be held this evening at eight o'clock. All
    Camp Girls will report promptly, in full ceremonial garb.

    "By order of the Chief Guardian."

That was all, but it was sufficient to set the tongues of the Camp Girls
wagging. Those who had been there for some time knew exactly what this
order meant. Harriet did not.

"Oh, there'll be a merry time in Camp Wau-Wau this evening," cried Cora
Kidder.

"Somebody will catch it," nodded Patricia. "Well, we don't have to cry. We
were in our little cots sound asleep, as we can easily prove. Do you
know," she confided in a lower tone to several of her companions, "I
shouldn't be at all surprised if there were more to this than you girls
dream."

"What do you mean?" asked one of the girls.

"I mean that there is something peculiar about the whole affair,"
continued Patricia. "What was there to hinder those two girls from going
out there in the woods and raising a commotion just to attract attention
to themselves? They have been posing ever since they arrived at Camp
Wau-Wau. Some folks like to be martyrs."

"Oh, I don't think that is possible," objected a girl. "They appear to be
such nice girls."

"Mind you, I am not saying that they did purposely raise a commotion,"
hastily explained Patricia. "I am simply saying that they might have done
so. However, we shall see this evening. I hope they will confess their
part in the affair and save us all from suspicion."

Harriet's face burned. She had overheard the entire conversation, though
she felt quite certain that it had not been intended for her ears. She
walked away with head erect, a look in her eyes that might have caused
certain of the young women in camp to feel apprehensive, had they observed
that expression.

Tommy hurried to the tree on which the notice had been posted a few
moments later. She turned up her nose after having read the order to be
present at the Council Fire and wanted to know if the Camp Girls were too
poor to buy paper. She said she had plenty of writing paper and declared
that she would offer it to Mrs. Livingston so the Chief Guardian would
not have to write her orders on bark in the future.

This brought a smile to the faces of those who heard it, and caused them
to exchange significant nods. Later in the afternoon, one by one, several
girls might have been seen entering the tent of the Chief Guardian, their
actions indicating that they sought to escape observation. They were not
wholly unobserved, however, for there were many pairs of bright, keen eyes
in Camp Wau-Wau, but those girls who did observe their companions enter
Mrs. Livingston's tent were discreet enough not to mention what they had
seen.

Dinner that evening brought with it an atmosphere of expectancy. It was
the still atmosphere before the storm when the fall of a knife or a fork
caused nearly every girl at the tables to start nervously. Just before
darkness descended four Fire Makers had piled wood on the Council Fire
until it blazed brightly throwing out considerable heat and a light that
reached far in among the trees.

One by one the girls began to appear from their tents, clad in their
ceremonial costumes. These were of khaki colored galatea cloth. They were
trimmed with fringes of genuine leather, shells and beads. About her neck
each girl wore a string of gayly colored beads. Some of the strings
contained more beads than others, for each bead represented an "honor"
fairly earned by the girl who wore it. On the sleeve of each Camp Girl's
costume was worked an emblem. On those of the Wood Gatherers were the
crossed logs; on the arms of the Fire Makers might be seen the orange and
gold colors representing fire. On the sleeves of the Torch Bearers, the
third grade, a dash of white was added, representing smoke from the
flames.

The Meadow-Brook Girls, however, could not appear in ceremonial costume,
at the Council Fire. Hazel, Margery and Tommy had been measured for their
costumes and were now awaiting them. Harriet had ordered the goods for
hers at a cost of a dollar. Upon the arrival of the goods she intended to
make her own costume. Harriet was an accomplished little needle woman. Not
having their ceremonial dresses ready for the occasion was a keen
disappointment to the Meadow-Brook Girls.

As the other Camp Girls emerged from their tents they stood about in
groups awaiting the arrival of the Chief Torch Bearer.

"There she comes!" cried a voice.

Glancing down the camp street Harriet saw a young woman slowly advancing
toward her. As she passed the tents the girls in the ceremonial dress
fell in behind. The leader held above her head a blazing torch and as she
moved slowly forward she chanted:

    "Blazing torch on high now lifted
     Flame with magic power now gifted
     Flicker, flicker, flicker, flame;
     Burn, fire burn!"

It was a weird, but interesting scene. Harriet was so engrossed in
watching it that she forgot to fall in with the procession when it came
her turn to do so. Some one tugged at her skirt, bringing her to an
understanding of what she should do.

[Illustration: The Chief Torch Bearer Led the Way.]

The Torch Bearer led the way to the end of the camp street, then turning
marched slowly to the campfire where she laid the torch upon the ground
then made the hand sign of the early Indians, the fingers of the right
hand laid across the fingers of the left with the first finger of the
right hand slightly raised. The crossed fingers were to indicate crossed
logs and the slightly raised forefinger of the right hand represented the
curving flame rising from the burning logs. This sign was returned by the
Chief Guardian. Then the two turned, facing the girls of the camp who were
standing in a semi-circle about the fire. To them, the Chief Guardian
and the Torch Bearer made the hand sign which was answered in the same way
by all of the Camp Girls.

"Thith giveth me the thiverth," whispered Tommy, groping for Harriet's
hand.

Harriet warned her to be quiet. Then at a gesture from the Chief Guardian
the girls sat down cross-legged on the ground. It had been not only an
unusual ceremony to the Meadow-Brook Girls, but an impressive one. The
real interest, however, was in what lay before them. Harriet had no idea
what was to be done, though she had learned from the stray words that had
been dropped in her presence, that the purpose of the Council Fire was to
make an inquiry into the events of the previous evening, perhaps ending in
the dismissal of one or more girls from the camp. This thought made
Harriet Burrell serious and thoughtful. She was trying to decide upon the
course that she ought to follow. But she had little time to consider this.
She heard her name called.

"Miss Harriet Burrell will please step forward to the Council Fire," was
the order from the Chief Guardian.

Harriet did so. She took her position at one side of the fire so that the
light from it shone full upon her features causing them to stand out in
bold relief against the dark background of the night. It was a trying
position, but Harriet carried herself with dignity and great
self-possession.




CHAPTER XI

TRIED BY THE FLAMES


"Miss Burrell", began the Chief Guardian in a slow, impressive voice, "we
have gathered to-night at this Council Fire to inquire into certain recent
occurrences in which you played an important part. One of the most
stringent regulations of Camp Wau-Wau has been violated. The entire camp
is involved, in that suspicion may rest upon any one of you. It is well to
say here, that six girls came to me this afternoon, confessing their part
in the unfortunate hazing of last evening. These girls are new to our
order. I am satisfied that the gravity of what they were doing did not
appeal to them at the time and that they acted upon impulse, though by
their own confessions they had plenty of time to consider the matter
before becoming involved in it. You may sit, Miss Burrell."

Harriet dropped down, sitting cross-legged like the others, with the light
from the fire playing over her face and glinting in her hair.

"The unfortunate part of this confession is that the instigators of the
plot are still unknown. And when I explain matters you will be quick to
catch the dishonor of their actions. The six girls who have confessed, it
appears, received notes just before retiring, these notes having been
tucked in under the walls of their tents accompanied by a scratching on
the canvas to attract their attention. These notes called upon them to
report at the tent occupied by Miss Burrell, Miss Thompson, Miss Kidder
and Miss Scott for the purpose of initiating the new girls. The girls who
received these notes did not recognize the writing. One of these notes was
preserved. I have it in my possession, but am frank to say that I am
unable to identify the paper or the handwriting. Rather than attempt to do
either, I should prefer to have the instigator or instigators confess
their part in the affair. Will the young woman who wrote these notes,
stand up and declare herself?"

A breathless period of waiting followed. There was no sound from the
circle of anxious-faced girls, scarcely the movement of an eyelid. Tommy
Thompson nearly broke the spell by heaving a deep, long-drawn sigh.

"Then there remains no other course for me than to proceed with the
inquiry," continued the Chief Guardian. "Miss Burrell will please rise."

Harriet did so. Her face was pale, but she did not appear to be nervous.

"Miss Burrell, you will please relate what took place last evening."

"I can tell you only what occurred after I was aroused from sleep,"
answered Harriet in a low, but perfectly audible voice.

"Do so," was the response.

"I was aroused by some one bumping against my cot. I sat up, but was
forced back into bed and a towel or something of the sort was quickly
bound about my head. I was dragged from the cot. At first I struggled,
then I began to understand that some girls were playing tricks on me. I
decided to let them have their way. I felt sure it was nothing serious. In
fact, I enjoyed it quite as much as they did and perhaps more."

"Please continue," urged the Chief Guardian gently.

"They led me out into the forest where some sort of a ceremony followed,
after which I was told to jump into a deep pool. I jumped." Harriet smiled
faintly at the memory of that jump in the dark. "The water was not deep
and I was in no danger of drowning. I can truly say, Mrs. Livingston, that
the girls who hazed me were very considerate. They did nothing that could
possibly be considered dangerous."

"Did you see any of the girls who took you from your tent, or any of the
others who were with them!"

"I saw them, yes, but I did not see their faces, Mrs. Livingston."

"Did you recognize any of them?"

"No. You see their faces were covered."

"But surely you must have recognized the voices of some of them."

"I think they must have disguised their voices," Harriet replied. "Pardon
me, but do not the young women whom you say have confessed to hazing me,
know who their companions were?" asked Harriet, gazing steadily into the
face of the Chief Guardian.

"Those who have confessed to the hazing know each other. In fact some of
them talked the matter over among themselves before joining in the
escapade. Like yourself they were unable to identify the ringleaders of
the party. Then again they were excited, probably more so than were you
yourself," answered the examiner with a faint smile. "How many would you
say were involved in the hazing?"

"I cannot say definitely, but my recollection is that there were eight
girls."

"This narrows it down to two girls. These no doubt were the instigators.
How did you come to be in the tree with Miss Thompson when we reached the
scene?"

"I had gone there to help her. She seemed to be in trouble," smiled
Harriet.

"Now, Miss Burrell, you say you do not know who these girls were; you
could not identify them. Is that what I am to understand?"

"No, I do not know them," replied Harriet, gazing straight into the face
of the Guardian.

The young girl felt that every eye in the camp was fixed upon her.

"I will ask you one other question," continued Mrs. Livingston. "Have you
any suspicion as to who they are? Think well before you answer."

Harriet hesitated a moment, studying the Council Fire gravely. Then she
raised her clear eyes to the face of Mrs. Livingston.

"I have no suspicion that I should care to voice," she answered.

"That will be all. You may resume your place with your companions. Will
Miss Thompson please step forward?"

Tommy tripped over to the fire. There was a frightened look on her face.

"Tell us what happened to you, my dear," urged Mrs. Livingston
encouragingly.

Tommy stammered and lisped and twisted and turned, then she burst forth
into speech.

"They--they took me from my cot, Mithith Livingthton. But I fought them.
They carried me out in the woodth. Then--then they--they told me I wath a
thquirrel and----"

"A what?"

"A squirrel," interpreted Harriet.

"And then they made me climb a tree."

"You did not have to climb, did you!" smiled the Chief Guardian.

"I gueth not. I wanted to. You thee, I thought after I had climbed the
tree I could make a big noithe and frighten them away," chuckled Tommy,
squinting shrewdly at her questioner.

"Oh, a bit of diplomacy on your part?" nodded Mrs. Livingston.

"Yeth, I gueth that wath it." Tommy had no idea what diplomacy was, but
concluded that it must be something to her credit, so she decided that she
had exercised it.

"You screamed; then what?"

"They ran away ath fatht ath they could. I withh you could have theen them
run, Mithith Livingthton. It wath awfully funny."

"I wish I might have," answered the examiner dryly. "What then?"

"I tried to get down and I got fatht. I got hung up by the cord to my
bathrobe. I couldn't get down and I couldn't get up. I wath jutht like a
bird only I didn't thing. But if I couldn't thing, I could yell. Then
Harriet came, then the otherth came, then they got me down and I wath
happy ever afterwardth. That ith all."

A faint giggle greeted the conclusion of the evidence of little Tommy, but
it was quickly suppressed by a stern glance from the Chief Guardian.

"Did you recognize any of your captors so that you could identify or name
them?"

"Oh, my no. I gueth I didn't know my own name. You thee I wath exthited,
Mithith Livingthton."

"It was not surprising under the circumstances," admitted the Chief
Guardian with a smile that she could not suppress, and that was reflected
on the faces of nearly all the girls seated before her. But all during the
evidence the Guardian had been intently regarding not only the witness,
but the other girls as well. She was seeking for that tell-tale look that
would identify the guilty girl or girls.

Tommy was told that she might take her place again. Mrs. Livingston
consulted with some of the guardians, then called Patricia Scott to the
fire. There was a movement among the other girls at this, a craning of
necks and some smothered exclamations. Mrs. Livingston was very
businesslike and courteous. Patricia's dark face wore a slight pallor as
she walked forward and faced the Guardian.

"Miss Scott, you and Miss Kidder occupy the same tent with the two girls
who have just given their evidence. Did you hear any unusual noises in the
tent last evening?"

"Yes, I did, Mrs. Livingston."

"Explain what you heard?"

"I don't know that I can explain it clearly. At first I thought I heard
the shuffle of feet on the floor. I was very tired and sleepy. I recall
that I partly roused myself. I thought I heard some one speak in a low
tone, but supposing it was in the next tent I dropped back to sleep again.
I did not hear another sound until the general alarm was sounded on the
bell."

"You hurried out without knowing that your two tentmates were missing?"

"No, I did not know about it then. I did not know until I saw them out
there in the woods."

"Thank you. That will be all."

Cora Kidder was next called upon to testify. She was very pale and plainly
nervous. She realized that having slept in the same tent with two of the
Meadow-Brook Girls, a certain amount of suspicion would be attached to her
not knowing anything about the exciting occurrence of the previous night
in her tent. In answer to the first question which was the same as had
been put to Patricia, Miss Kidder said:

"I did not wake up, Mrs. Livingston. I--I may have heard something, but if
so I--I don't remember anything about it now."

"You must be a sound sleeper," observed the Chief Guardian.

"I have been since coming to Camp Wau-Wau. I'm just 'dead,' the moment I
get into bed. I was hardly awake when I stumbled out of the tent in
response to the general alarm last night calling us all out. I fell over a
tent rope and that woke me up a little."

Tommy laughed, but fortunately the examiner did not hear her. Harriet
nudged Grace to warn her to be quiet.

"You have no idea that would give you any clue to the perpetrators of this
affair?"

"No, Mrs. Livingston."

"Is there any other person among the girls who has anything to say or who
can give us any information?"

The silence was tense. The Chief Guardian's eyes traveled slowly over the
group before her. No one answered.

"That will be sufficient, Miss Kidder. The guardians will please join me
for consultation."

The Wau-Wau Girls spent an anxious few moments while the conference was
going on. Finally, the guardians resumed their places. Mrs. Livingston
stood facing them again.

"In view of all the facts which we have in our possession, the guardians
have been able to arrive at a conclusion regarding the six girls who have
confessed. Naturally we can take no action in the case of the others, not
knowing who they are. We believe that while the six girls are deserving of
dismissal, they were influenced by a spirit of fun, rather than of malice,
therefore the question as to whether they shall be dismissed or not shall
be put to a vote of the Wau-Wau Girls themselves. All in favor of adopting
some other method of punishment please rise."

Every girl in the gathering rose to her feet with the exception of Harriet
Burrell. Tommy observing that her companion had not risen, sat down
hurriedly.

"All in favor of letting the guilty ones go without punishment will rise,
now."

Harriet was on her feet in an instant, with Tommy a slow second.

"I am afraid you are very much in the minority, my dear," said Mrs.
Livingston, smiling on Harriet. "Your forgiving spirit, however, is to be
commended. It is the true spirit that should actuate a Wau-Wau Girl. In
view of the previous vote, I shall have to impose a penalty that already
had been agreed upon by the guardians in case the members of the camp
decided upon some form of temporary punishment Therefore I sentence the
six young women"--here Mrs. Livingston read their names out, names of
girls that Harriet did not know--"to solitary confinement in their tents
for the period of twenty-four hours. They will take their meals in their
quarters. The young women will now rise, pass in single file before the
fire and proceed to their tents."

Six young women with lowered heads and cheeks aflame, slowly, hesitatingly
rose to their feet, hurriedly filed past the fire, then turned their
footsteps toward their quarters.

"Oh that'th too bad," piped Tommy as the last of the six passed into the
shadows.




CHAPTER XII

HARRIET TURNS THE TABLES


Despite the solemnity of the occasion smothered giggles were heard
following Tommy Thompson's remark that had reached the ear of every person
at the Council Fire.

The Chief Guardian frowned, then her face relaxed in a smile.

"Did you speak, Miss Thompson?" she asked.

"Ye--yeth," stammered Tommy.

"My dear, I feel very much as you do," smiled the Chief Guardian. "But
discipline must be maintained. Those young women never will forget the
humiliation of this moment. In the future they will think twice before
engaging in any enterprise that will cause others mental or physical
suffering. There are at least two other girls and perhaps more, within
this circle to-night whose conscience will trouble them, whose sleep will
be fitful because they have not only done a very great wrong, but have
been dishonest enough to cover that wrongdoing by keeping silent and
permitting the stigma to rest on all of their companions. Miss Burrell!"

Harriet rose and faced the Chief Guardian.

"By your actions on two occasions, you have earned two honors, first by
the bravery you displayed when the accident to the buck-board wagon
occurred, second by your act of gentle forgiveness this evening. For each
of these you are entitled to an honor bead."

Mrs. Livingston stepped forward placing about the blushing Harriet's neck
a leather thong to which were attached two large wooden beads. As the
necklace dropped over her head, the Camp Girls rose and bringing their
hands together sharply made the Indian hand sign.

"I hope you may earn many more honors, my dear. I am sure that you will,"
said Mrs. Livingston, kindly, as Harriet tried to voice her appreciation.

This ended the session of the Council Fire for that night. It was now past
nine o'clock, so the girls strolled toward their tents in twos and threes,
discussing the evening's inquiry in low tones as they walked.

Harriet Burrell felt particularly sad. She did not like to think of those
six unhappy girls who had just been sentenced by the Chief Guardian. Her
sympathy too, went out to the others who had taken part in the hazing and
would not confess their guilt. It required no little force of character
for these girls to come forward and admit that they had instigated the
plot, knowing full well that dismissal from Camp Wau-Wau would have been
the penalty. Still, Harriet knew that under similar circumstances, that
would be what she should do.

Patricia and Cora already had reached the tent by the time Harriet
entered. She nodded to them smilingly. The faces of the two girls wore
haggard expressions which she was quick to catch.

Harriet had just pulled out her cot to tuck the blankets down when
something dropped to the floor. She suddenly recalled that when she had
come in after the hazing on the previous night, she had dropped the towel
that had been bound about her head, over behind her cot, intending to look
at it next morning. She had forgotten all about it. She now picked up the
towel, ran the edges through her hands, then bringing one end of it closer
to her eyes, she examined it keenly. The two other girls failed to notice
what she was doing.

Harriet tucked the towel under her blankets, turning to listen to what
Tommy was saying. This is what she heard from Tommy who was sitting on the
edge of her cot, removing her shoes.

"You girlths mutht be good thleeperth," remarked the little girl,
reflectively.

Patricia turned on her sneeringly.

"Speak when you are spoken to," she snapped.

"Yeth, I alwayth do. I thaid you mutht be good thleepers."

"Why!" interjected Cora.

"Becauthe you didn't wake up latht night when I wath being carried out
into the woodth," said Tommy, surveying Patricia and Cora with half closed
eyes. "It ith a wonder you woke up when they rang the bell. I can thleep
too, but you are champion thleeperth, ath my father would thay."

"Did I ask you for your opinion!" demanded Patricia, her eyes snapping, a
flush appearing high up on either cheek.

"No, but I jutht thought I would tell you becauthe you might not know it
unleth thome one told you, you thee."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. How many beadth have you won?"

"I haven't won any beads," answered Patricia, crossly. "How many have you
won?"

"That dependth. I gueth I've won a whole thtring of them. I did thomething
that no other girl in the camp can do."

"You did!" exclaimed Cora. "I should like to know what!"

"You ought to know. I flew. Didn't you thee me hanging in the air from the
tree latht night! No, of courthe you didn't. I had flown down before you
got there and I couldn't fly up again."

"Tommy, it's bedtime," reminded Harriet.

"Yeth. I've got to thay what ith in my mind firtht. How long have you been
here!"

"Since the first of June," answered Cora impatiently. "Don't ask so many
questions."

"How am I going to know thingth if I don't athk?" demanded Grace.

"What you don't know won't hurt you," interjected Patricia.

"Oh, yeth it will. You don't know how it will pain me. I jutht have to
know thingth. I have to know thomething about everything."

"And nothing about something," suggested Cora sarcastically.

"Now, Tommy, don't you see that the girls do not wish to talk to you?
Don't intrude," remonstrated Harriet.

"Thank you," mocked Cora. "I am glad you have found your tongue at last. I
had begun to think that you said all you had to say at the Council Fire
this evening."

"No, not all," answered Harriet significantly. The two girls gave her a
quick, sharp look.

"What do you mean?" questioned Patricia, taking a step nearer.

"I had not intended to say anything about it this evening. However, as
long as you have started the conversation in that direction, I will, but I
will say what I have to say to Miss Kidder," replied Harriet steadily.

Harriet turned to her cot. From beneath, the blankets she drew out the
towel and stepping over handed it to Cora.

"What is this?"

"Your towel, I believe."

"My towel? What are you doing with it?" demanded the girl, fixing an angry
look upon the calm face of Harriet Burrell.

"It is the towel you bound about my head last night when you helped to
kidnap me and take me to the pool where I took my midnight initiation,"
answered Harriet, looking the girl straight in the eyes.

She had taken considerable chance in accusing Cora Kidder of complicity in
the hazing of the previous night, but the sudden pallor on the face of the
girl told Harriet that her shot had gone home.




CHAPTER XIII

THE CAMP GETS A SURPRISE


"Let me thee that towel," demanded Tommy, rising and stepping over to
Cora's side of the tent.

Miss Kidder quickly thrust the towel in her laundry bag and turned an
angry face to Grace.

"Will you please let me alone?" she said trembling with anger.

"Yeth, I think I will," nodded Tommy, after gazing briefly into the
storm-swept face of Cora Kidder. Harriet motioned to Tommy to go to bed.
Tommy decided that she had gone far enough with her quizzing and that she
would do as Harriet suggested.

That night after the lights had been extinguished, Harriet lay for a long,
long time, thinking over the events of the evening, beginning with the
Council Fire and ending with the little scene that had taken place in
their tent. What should she do? What was the honest course to pursue? The
girl was unable to decide. She did make up her mind, however, to consult
with Miss Elting on the following morning.

After breakfast at the first opportunity she went in search of Miss
Elting, but learned that the guardian in company with another of the camp
officials had started out with Jasper to go to "The Pines," a summer
watering place in the woods, some ten miles from Camp Wau-Wau. This summer
resort was reached by a state road entering the woods from another
direction, but the two young women had taken the log road as being the
most direct.

Another incident that interested the camp greatly that day was the visit
of a friend of Cora Kidder. He was a young man named Charlie Collier who
was stopping at "The Pines" and who had driven over to the camp in his
automobile to call on Cora. With him was his sister, a rather pretty girl
whose elaborate coiffure and extreme style of dressing made her look out
of place among the sensibly attired Camp Girls.

Cora was considerably elated that day at receiving a call from visitors
who drove their own motor car and who were possibly more fashionable
friends than many of the other girls could boast. Cora introduced her
friends to several of the girls and to many of the guardians, but to none
of the Meadow-Brook Girls. Tommy was interested, however. She managed to
get close enough to the car to examine the gown of Miss Collier with
critical eyes, and Tommy was something of a judge of clothes, for her
parents entertained smartly-dressed friends from the city quite
frequently. The little girl looked disdainfully at the newcomers, but made
no comment.

Miss Elting and the guardian who accompanied her to "The Pines" returned
about four o'clock that afternoon, having passed the automobile on the
way. Harriet obtained an interview with the teacher shortly afterwards
during the period of relaxation and rest before the dinner hour. The two
women wandered off a short distance into the forest, Harriet having
suggested a walk, and Miss Elting shrewdly suspecting that her little
friend had something on her mind of which she wished to unburden herself.

"Now we will sit down here and be nice and comfy, and you will entertain
me," smiled Miss Elting. "How are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, so much!" exclaimed Harriet. Then her face clouded a little.

"But----" laughed Miss Elting.

"Yes, I suppose that does express it. However, I don't want you to think I
am not happy on my own account. It is on some one else's account."

"Tell me all about it, Harriet, dear."

"I am afraid that I cannot do that," replied the girl after a brief
reflection.

"Then tell me as much as you wish me to know," urged Miss Elting.

"In the first place," began Harriet, "I wish to ask your advice on a
matter that is troubling me."

Miss Elting smiled encouragingly.

"I am listening."

"It is about that hazing affair. Suppose a girl had been asked if she knew
anything about it and she had declared that she did not. What then?"

"You mean that she did know something about it but pretended that she did
not?"

Harriet nodded.

"Then she would be an unfit associate for this body of fine girls.
Harriet, what do you mean? You don't, you can't mean----"

"Oh, no, no!" protested Harriet, flushing to the roots of her hair.

"Of course not. Forgive me for even suggesting it, my dear. Please go on."

"But suppose that another girl did not know who were the guilty ones at
the time she was questioned, and that afterwards she had a strong
suspicion as to their identity? What then?"

"You have given me a difficult question to answer, Harriet, I should not
like to answer it without knowing more about the circumstances relating to
it. Tell me who the girl is that is suspected?"

"But you are a guardian," rejoined Harriet. "Were I to tell you it would
be your duty to inform the Chief Guardian of what you had heard. Would it
not?"

"My dear, I fear it would," was the reply.

"Then I shall not answer your question. I want to talk with you as I would
to a friend, not as a guardian in Camp Wau-Wau. Suppose some girl had made
this discovery after she had denied knowing anything about the affair,
would it then be her duty to inform the Chief Guardian?"

"Perhaps it would."

"She would be a talebearer. I should not like to have any friend of mine
carry tales, would you, Miss Elting?"

"No, Harriet, I would not. Much would depend upon circumstances though. I
fear such a case as you suggest must be one for the girl to decide for
herself."

"Would she be acting dishonorably if she did not tell what she had
learned?"

"Most decidedly not."

"And if she were asked about it by a guardian later on and refused to
answer, she still would not be acting unfairly to herself or her
superior?"

"Wait, wait. You hurl your questions at me so rapidly that you do not give
me time to think. As I have said before, you must be your own judge in
your own case."

"I did not say that it was my case."

"No, that is true. However, I do not believe that Harriet Burrell could do
a dishonorable act if she tried ever so hard," smiled Miss Elting. "Put
your head down here on my lap, Harriet, and be comfortable. Does any one
else know?"

Harriet shook her head that lay in Miss Elting's lap.

"Then let matters rest as they are for the present," replied the teacher.
"Let us hope that the girl's conscience may trouble her so much that she
will confess her part in the affair to Mrs. Livingston. That will relieve
you of all responsibility."

"She never will," muttered Harriet.

The guardian and Harriet strolled slowly back toward the camp. On the way
there just at the edge of the camp they passed Patricia Scott. The latter
gave Harriet a contemptuous glance, then coolly ignored her nod which was
more friendly than Patricia could have hoped for. Miss Elting saw the
hostile glance and the ignoring of Harriet's nod.

"If that young woman were in my division I certainly should call her to
account for that. Doesn't she like you?" questioned Miss Elting bending a
keen look on her companion.

"She doesn't seem to like me very well," answered Harriet, then changing
the subject she began discussing a tall tree that stood just in front of
the tent occupied by the Chief Guardian. It was one of those spindling
pines that seem to pierce the sky. Harriet asked the guardian if there
were not great danger of its being struck by lightning.

Before Miss Elting could answer, the honk honk, honk of a motor car was
heard nearing the camp.

Among the tall spruce trees they made out an automobile, that had left the
log road and was being recklessly driven through the forest toward the
camp. It did not seem possible that the driver of the car could pursue
such a perilous course without wrecking the automobile which was going far
more rapidly than safety warranted. There would be a brief hesitation as
the front tires came in contact with a log, then the car would go over it
with a bump and a bounce, and a triumphant honk, honk!

"Who can it be, Harriet?" cried Margery, who with Hazel had strolled out
to meet Harriet and her guardian friend.

Just then the car lurched into the camp. The driver put on more speed, the
car circled about the camp a couple of times, then came to a halt in front
of the row of tents. There were a man and a young woman in the car. The
young woman jumped out and seeing Grace Thompson stared at her for a
moment then throwing up her hands, uttered an Indian war whoop that
brought out from their tents all those who had not been aroused by the
honk of the motor car.

"It's Crazy Jane," cried Harriet. "Look! She has found Tommy."

Jane had lifted little Tommy off her feet and was kissing her delightedly
while Tommy lisped "Thave me, oh, thave me!" causing the other girls near
at hand to laugh amusedly at the funny scene.

At that moment Crazy Jane catching sight of Harriet and her companions,
bounded toward them. Jane was bare-headed. Her blonde hair was flying
about her face and neck; her dress unprotected by a dust coat was covered
with the gray dust of the highways, over which she had driven, and her
whole appearance was disheveled and travel-stained.

Jane fairly flung herself into the arms of Harriet Burrell, giving her a
hearty hug, then treating Margery, Hazel and Miss Elting to the same sort
of greeting.

"Dad's over there. Come on and shake hands with him. He's going back
shortly. You can help me unload the car. Oh, we're going to have a great
time, aren't we darlin's!"

"You don't mean that you have come to join the camp, do you!" questioned
Miss Elting.

"Of course, I have," retorted Crazy Jane. "What did you think I had come
for? Meadow-Brook is like a graveyard since you girls went away. Oh this
is great, isn't it? We'll rattle the bones of this old camp, won't we?"

Harriet laughed merrily. Miss Elting looked grave.

"Does Mrs. Livingston know--did she know you were coming?"

"Of course, she did. Dad looked after that. Where is she. She'll be
delighted to see me, I'll wager."

"Yeth," nodded Tommy who had joined them. "The'll be tho glad that thhe'll
cry her eyeth out. How long are you going to thtay?"

"As long as you do. Now let's get that car unloaded and start something.
This place is so quiet it gives me the blues."

Margery threw up her hands in despair, Harriet smiled amusedly, Miss
Elting shook her head hopelessly. Jane darted off with long strides. She
had grabbed a hand of the protesting Tommy and was fairly dragging the
little girl along with her. It was a strange figure that Mrs. Livingston,
who stood talking with Jane's father, saw approaching her, and during the
weeks that followed she was to understand quite fully why Jane McCarthy's
friends had named her "Crazy Jane."




CHAPTER XIV

CRAZY JANE IS INTRODUCED


"Oh, how do you do?" greeted Jane when her father had introduced her to
Mrs. Livingston.

Mrs. Livingston extended her hand to Jane.

"I hope you may be happy with us," said the Chief Guardian. "We shall do
our best to make you so. What do you think of our forest home?"

"Stupid place, but I think I'll will be able to start something to stir up
these sleepy old woods."

A shade of annoyance passed over the face of the Chief Guardian, then gave
place to a tolerant smile. She read Jane McCarthy at a glance and in her
saw much that was worthy of development.

"Come here, girls, and help me unload this stuff," called Jane, turning
her back on the Chief Guardian. "Dad must get out of the woods with the
car before dark or he'll break his precious old neck. Dad wouldn't be
worth a cent with a broken neck, so help me to get him started on his way
home."

Harriet and Miss Elting were the only ones who accepted the invitation.
First, Mrs. Livingston pointed out the tent where Jane was to live, then
Jane backed her car down to it see-sawing to avoid obstructions, until
finally sending the car back a few inches too far, she crashed through the
tent entrance, smashing the end pole, bringing the front of the tent down
over her head.

"Good gracious! That's too bad. I never did such a clumsy thing in my
life," declared Jane. "Here, Dad! Settle the damages with Mrs. Livingston.
Anything broken in there?"

"Nothing particular. The tent is wrecked. That's all," sarcastically
answered Patricia Scott, who was standing near to Jane. "However, don't
let a little thing like that trouble you."

"I won't," answered Jane coolly, turning her back on Patricia and
beginning to unload the car, aided by Harriet and Miss Elting.

By this time the entire camp was excited. The advent of this apparently
lawless new girl had set every tongue wagging.

"Who is she?" asked girl after girl.

"She is a very dear friend of Miss Burrell, I believe," Cora Kidder
informed them. "Some strange people come out of Meadow-Brook, don't they,
girls?"

"Yes," agreed Patricia, "One hesitates to even remain in the same camp
with them. I am sure my parents wouldn't allow me to stay here if they
knew that such crazy girls were admitted."

Several girls turned their backs on Cora and Patricia and walked away, for
Harriet and her chums were becoming popular with the Camp Girls, whereas
there was a feeling of resentment developing against Patricia especially,
on account of her bad disposition and her readiness to condemn others--a
trait not to be tolerated for long in Camp Wau-Wau.

Another end pole had been brought and the collapsed tent put back in
place. All this was quickly done by the Camp Girls. Jane had watched the
operation with keen interest.

"Say, you girls are all right, aren't you? Did you see that, Dad?"

Mr. McCarthy nodded.

"You'll have to teach me how to put up a tent, I can run an automobile and
I can ride a horse, but that's about all Crazy Jane McCarthy knows how to
do except to make her father tear his hair with worry for fear she will
break her neck driving her car recklessly. Never mind, Dad, I shan't have
the car for a couple of weeks, but trust me to stir up something else just
as exciting."

Mr. McCarthy would not venture to drive the car back to the log road,
after it had been finally unloaded of trunks and bags and a great
assortment of odds and ends. Jane could not have required more luggage had
she been going to a fashionable summer resort for her vacation. She called
to the girls to get in and ride out to the log road with them. Harriet and
Tommy accepted the invitation with Mrs. Livingston's permission. The Chief
Guardian thought that Harriet's influence might have a wholesome effect
on this wild, motherless girl. Harriet was glad when the drive came to an
end. Time and time again it seemed as though the machine would be wrecked,
but Jane jockeyed her car over the dangerous places, missing trunks of
trees and rocks by the narrowest possible margin.

"There!" she said driving the car triumphantly out onto the log road. "If
you can't get home alone now, Daddy dear, you don't deserve to. Come back
to see me next Sunday. Maybe they won't want me after that. Maybe they
won't be able to stand me that long."

Jane leaped back into the car, from which she had descended, giving her
father an affectionate hug and a kiss. Then she suddenly threw in the
clutch and sprang out. The car shot ahead, lurching from side to side of
the narrow logging road, greeted with shouts of delight from Jane, her
father making frantic efforts to regain control of it, which he finally
did after threatening to wreck it. He shook a fist over his shoulder at
Jane, then disappeared around a bend in the road.

"Isn't he the prize old dad?" laughed Jane, a suspicious moisture
appearing on her eye-lashes.

"He ith too eathy with you, that ith what ith the matter with him,"
declared Tommy abruptly.

"Of course he is," admitted Jane. "He is afraid to be otherwise. Let's go
back and see what's going on. It looks like a regular circus. What time do
they feed the animals?"

"Dinner is at half past six, if that is what you mean," replied Harriet
rather severely. "May I make a suggestion or two, Jane?"

"Sure you may. Is it a lecture?"

"A sort of lecture."

"Advance your spark. I'm in on the back seat."

"You should try to control yourself here. The girls will think you unfit
to associate with them if you are so boisterous. Besides, Mrs. Livingston
will not tolerate it."

"What, be a goody-goody girl?" demanded Jane, opening her eyes in
amazement.

"No. But try to curb your spirits a little."

"Darlin', I can't do it. I've got to be my own natural self. If they don't
like me they can tell me to go home. I don't care so long as you and Tommy
dear, and Hazel, and cross, cranky Margery like me a little bit."

"We do like you," answered Harriet impulsively. "We will see that the
other girls do not misunderstand you altogether, if we can make them see
you as you really are."

"There goes a bell. What is it, fire?" demanded Jane, looking up
expectantly.

"Goodness no!" answered Harriet laughing. "That is the 'get-ready' bell.
We must hurry and prepare for dinner. You will want to change your gown,
will you not?"

"Change! Well, you watch Jane McCarthy. Where do they feed the animals?"

"In the tent with the blue flag. Be sure to be on time. Half past six,
remember," cautioned Harriet as the girls separated at Jane's tent. Jane
promised to be on time, then she disappeared into her tent.

Harriet and Tommy went directly to their own quarters where they washed
their hands and faces and rearranged their hair before going to dinner.
There was no necessity to dress as on week days all the girls were
required to wear their uniforms.

"I think there ith going to be thome fun in thith camp," observed Grace
from behind the towel with which she was rubbing her face.

"You mean with Jane?"

"Yeth, Crathy Jane."

"She is a good soul, but won't she shock some of these really nice girls
with her abrupt ways until they get to know her for the fine, big-hearted
girl that she is!"

Mrs. Livingston and the guardians appeared soon thereafter, then after
pleasant greetings the Camp Girls moved into the cook tent, taking their
places behind their chairs, where they awaited the command of "seats."
Mrs. Livingston gazed up and down the rows of tanned faces, at the many
pairs of bright, sparkling eyes.

"Where is Miss McCarthy? Is she aware that dinner is about to be served?"
asked the Chief Guardian.

"Yes, Mrs. Livingston," replied Harriet. "She went to her tent to make
herself presentable. I think she will be here in a moment. It has been at
least half an hour since I left her."

"We will be seated. Under the circumstances no discredits for tardiness
will be imposed. Seats!"

Instead of proceeding at once with the serving of the meal a few moments
were occupied in chatting, in which guardians and Chief Guardian took an
animated part. Finally, it was decided to go on with the meal. Before
doing so, Mrs. Livingston requested a girl to go to Jane's tent to bring
her. Then Mrs. Livingston bowed her head to say grace.

Her words were interrupted by a lively chatter outside the tent and a loud
laugh. She continued to say grace, but just as she was pronouncing the
concluding words, Crazy Jane tripped into the tent. The girl paused at
the entrance and surveyed her companions quizzically.

"Hello, girls!" she cried. "You're all as solemn as a pack of aged owls at
midday. May I come in?"

There was a titter at her words, then a horrified gasp as the eyes of the
Camp Girls were raised to the face of the new girl.

Jane had appeared in full evening dress. Her gown of old rose messaline
was cut very low in the neck, with mere abbreviations in the way of
sleeves. The skirt was cut "en train," and the frock was far too elaborate
for a girl of her age, even though it had been suitable for the occasion.

A little wave of suppressed giggles rippled over the assemblage as Jane
walked toward the Chief Guardian with easy assurance.

Mrs. Livingston rose and advanced to meet the new girl. There was a
humorous twinkle in the eyes of the Chief Guardian, but her face was
almost stern.

"Isn't she a fright?" muttered Cora.

"The worst I ever saw," agreed Patricia under her breath. "I should like
to see myself making friends with her."

"Young ladies," said Mrs. Livingston, facing the tables. "Permit me to
introduce to you Miss Jane McCarthy of Meadow-Brook. Miss McCarthy has
not been with us long enough to become familiar with our regulations
regarding dress. You will therefore, with me, excuse her somewhat
elaborate costume for this once."

"What's the matter with my gown? Don't you like it?" demanded Jane,
twisting her head sideways for a better view of the general effect of her
costume.

"Thave me! Oh, thave me!" wailed Tommy, dropping her head on the shoulder
of Harriet Burrell.




CHAPTER XV

THE GHOST OF WAU-WAU


A silence so deep that the light breathing of the Camp Girls was plainly
heard, had settled over the interior of the tent. The faces of some of the
girls wore a horrified expression; on the faces of others there were
lurking smiles. Harriet suppressed her laughter with difficulty. But Mrs.
Livingston understood how to deal with Crazy Jane.

"It might be an appropriate costume for some occasions, Miss McCarthy,"
she said quietly. "If you will glance about you will see that the Camp
Girls dress alike, and in the most simple costume. Have you a uniform
with you?"

"Uniform? Gracious no. I'm not a soldier."

Mrs. Livingston explained that the dresses worn by the Wau-Wau Girls were
called uniforms. Jane McCarthy had known nothing about this before coming
to the camp. Her wardrobe was an elaborate one. The Chief Guardian said
she thought she might have a uniform that with slight alterations would
fit Jane, but that she had better sit down now and eat her dinner. Jane
promptly accepted the suggestion. Her chagrin at the Guardian's criticism
of her costume quickly passed and within a few moments Jane was
monopolizing the greater part of the conversation to the delight of some
of the girls and the disapproval of others.

Harriet was amused to see the shocked expressions on the faces of several
of the Wau-Wau Girls. The dinner ended, Harriet, regardless of the glances
of disapproval on the faces of some of her companions, linked her arm
within that of Jane and walked with the latter to her own quarters. Hazel,
Margery and Tommy followed. For the rest of the evening the Meadow-Brook
Girls chatted with Jane who showed them her frocks, told the girls how
much the frocks cost, then all at once, as Mrs Livingston in company with
one of the girl leaders came in, Jane spied three strands of brightly
colored beads on the neck of the latter.

"Oh, how pretty," she cried.

The leader smiled, permitting Jane to finger the beads.

"I must have some of those," she decided with enthusiastic emphasis.

"You may, but you know you will have to earn them," Mrs. Livingston
informed her.

"Earn them? Why should I have to earn them? I've got plenty of money. I'll
buy them. Earn them? I guess not. Harriet, I'll buy you some more. Why,
you've got only two beads on your string. That's a shame."

"You do not understand, my dear," explained the Chief Guardian. "A girl
wins her beads as she would win honors in any other position in life--by
accomplishment. You would not value your beads so highly if you were to
purchase them, as you would were you to earn them by doing something worth
while."

"Tell me what I can do to earn them," urged Jane after brief reflection.

"For instance, you drive an automobile?"

"Yes; what of that?" asked Jane brightening.

"In that line a girl may win an honor if she is able to drive an
automobile for five hundred miles in one season without help or
advice----"

"Five hundred miles, why Mrs. Livingston I've driven that old rattle-trap
of mine more than two thousand miles already this season and done all the
repairing myself."

"That entitles you to a bead, a red one."

"Only one!" pouted Jane.

"Only one," smiled the Guardian.

"How may I earn another?"

"By some other achievement such as----"

"I can climb a tree."

"Tho can I," piped Tommy. "But I can't get down again."

"You ride horseback, your father tells me. You may win a bead by riding
forty miles in any five days."

"I've done better than that, too, this season."

"That is two beads. You see you were earning them all the time and did not
know it."

Jane was becoming enthusiastic. Mrs. Livingston was instilling the Camp
Girl spirit into her almost without Jane's realizing it.

"What else can I do to earn a bead? I nearly ran down a man coming out
here to-day. Do I get a bead for that?" asked the girl, causing her
companions to indulge in a merry laugh.

"Mithith Livingthton, pleathe give her a bead becauthe thhe didn't kill me
one time when thhe nearly ran over me," urged Tommy.

"I will tell you how you may win two more beads."

"Yes, yes."

"You are a resourceful girl, I know. Now suppose you get up some sort of
entertainment and carry it through; some entertainment for the girls of
the Camp, something unusual."

"A candy pull!"

"Well, perhaps. We do not eat much candy here. However, I think a candy
pull might prove entertaining even though it is not an unusual thing to
do."

"I'll make it unusual," promised Jane.

"I'll tell you what to do. Make it a candy pull and ghost party,"
suggested Harriet.

"What do you mean, Miss Burrell?" questioned the Guardian.

"Pull candy and have certain girls tell ghost stories."

"Yes, that will be entertaining. Miss Thompson, do you think you would
have the nightmare after an evening such as that?" asked Mrs. Livingston
with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I hope not," answered Tommy with promptness. "Not if I didn't thee the
ghotht."

"Then you may see what you can do, Miss McCarthy. I have all the supplies
necessary to make the candy. I shall look for you to distinguish yourself.
Good night, young ladies. I called to see if you were well taken care of,
Miss McCarthy."

"Fine. This is a jolly old shack. Good night, Mrs. Livingston," added the
girl with more gentleness than she had yet shown. "Good old party, isn't
she?"

"Oh, Jane don't speak like that. Mrs. Livingston is a very superior woman.
She is more than that here; she is the mother of us all and she is so
good."

"Then I'll call her mamma. But Harriet?"

"Yes?" smiled Harriet.

"You'll have to mix the stuff for the candy."

"Why?"

"I never made any in my life."

"That is too bad. I can't make it for you. That would not be honest, but I
will write down the recipe and tell you how to make it. You must do the
actual work yourself. There is another thing I think perhaps I should
mention to-night. The girls hazed myself and Tommy the other night. They
may try to haze you, though I hardly think they will dare so soon after
the other affair. There was considerable trouble raised over that."

"Haze me?" Jane laughed merrily. "Feel that," she commanded, extending a
bare arm that to Harriet's touch seemed as hard as iron, "Do you think
they will haze Crazy Jane, eh?"

"I hardly think they will," answered Harriet, smiling and nodding. "I
should feel sorry for them if they tried."

"They'd feel more sorry for themselves."

"It is nearly nine o'clock, dear. You had better get ready for bed,"
advised Harriet. "All lights must be out at nine o'clock except on special
occasions like to-morrow night when we shall undoubtedly get permission to
sit up later."

The next day was an active one in camp. There was a baseball game in the
morning, a basketball game in the afternoon with tether ball and quoits on
the side. Jane was admitted to all these. She was strong and active, but
she lacked the skill of her friend Harriet. The latter's playing in
basketball and tennis was a revelation to the guardians who had never
known a high school girl who could play such an even and skilful game. It
was a foregone conclusion that Harriet was in a fair way to earn more
beads by her accomplishments in the games of the camp.

Tommy with her usual bad luck came to grief in pitching and catching the
medicine ball, a large ball stuffed with yarn. The ball weighed ten
pounds, and after catching it successfully once or twice Tommy failed to
stop it with her hands. It struck her with considerable force and losing
her balance she fell backward down a little hill and rolled into the brook
which ran at the foot of the incline. There she splashed about frantically
and implored her companions to "thave" her until helped to terra firma by
Harriet.

The day was a busy one for Harriet and Jane. The latter was making many
mysterious preparations for the evening. She had studied Harriet's
directions for making molasses candy as faithfully as she could study
anything, consulting learnedly with Mrs. Livingston about the quantity
that should be made, but making no reference to the other part of the
entertainment.

When evening came and the candy was brought out in great yellow heaps to
be pulled there was excitement in plenty. Tommy followed the girls who
carried the candy licking her fingers daintily.

"Have you been eating molasses candy already?" demanded Margery.

"Yeth. Tho have you. I thee thome on your fathe. Ithn't it delithiouth?"

"I should say so!" exclaimed Margery. "Jane McCarthy, you certainly know
how to make molasses candy."

"Thank you." Jane's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled with
excitement. She never was so happy as when leading, no matter whether it
were in making candy or racing with a motor car.

The candy pull was a great success, the ropes of sweet stuff being thrown
over low-hanging limbs where the candy was pulled and pulled amid much
laughter and many shouts. Several trees were used for the purpose. The
candy pull being finished all the girls gathered about the fire, sitting
down Turk fashion.

"The little ghost will now appear among you and relate some live stories
from ghostland," announced Crazy Jane.

A slender white figure stepped from behind a tree so quickly as to bring
little screams of alarm from several girls. The figure was dressed in
white with a white mask covering her face. Some of the girls recognized
Harriet Burrell, but the majority did not. They did, however, shout with
laughter when a second ghost, the assistant to the first tripped out from
behind another tree with a little chirp that was distinctly unghostly.

"Hello, girlth," she piped.

The second ghost's usefulness was thereupon ended for the evening. The
girls grabbed and unmasked her. Harriet raised a wand, in this case a
burning fagot.

"Maidens fair," she began in a deep impressive voice. "Do you know what a
banshee is?"

"I know," cried Hazel. "A banshee is a ghost, that the peasants in Ireland
believe in. It stands outside their windows at night and wails dismally.
Its appearance is supposed to foretell the death of a member of the
family."

"Quite right," replied Harriet. "Now listen to my story. Once upon a time
there lived a family of poor people in County Mooreland in Ireland. With
them lived their beautiful child Muriel. Now the fairies and the banshees,
the wood nymphs and the sprites coveted this beautiful child Muriel
because they knew she would make a good fairy. But they dared not approach
the hut where Muriel made her home, in the daytime. At night little Muriel
was sound asleep behind closed doors. There was no way for the banshees
and the wood nymphs and the sprites to get into the house and take her
while she slept, for there always was a fire in the fireplace. As
everybody knows a fairy cannot pass through flames without singeing her
wings----"

"Why didn't thhe wear water wingth?" piped Tommy Thompson.

"Every night the fairies used to perch in the flowers and under the
shamrock that grew in Muriel's door yard, waiting and hoping to catch the
little one and kidnap her."

"Some one should have called the police," ventured Margery.

"If the sprites could reach Muriel," went on Harriet, ignoring Margery's
flippant remark, "they could quickly transform her into something else and
in that manner get her away. You see these were bad fairies and gnomes and
sprites and things."

"Yeth," agreed Tommy. "I thee."

"Well, one night a very powerful banshee came along and asked them what
they were doing there. They told it they were waiting for the beautiful
child Muriel that they might bear her away, but that they could not get to
her.

"'Oho, aha!' cried the banshee. 'I have a plan. I will call upon the
friend of my people, the west wind, to blow hard. Stand close and when the
door of the cottage blows open see that you enter by one door but do not
go out by the other. The west wind will blow thrice, then will die away.
It is for you to gather the child then. I can summon the wind but once.'"

"It thertainly had thome confidenthe in itthelf," observed Grace Thompson,
nodding her head.

"The fairies and the gnomes and the sprites and the banshees gathered
about the door of the shack," continued the first ghost, "Suddenly they
heard a wild, weird wailing off on the moor. The ghostly little
conspirators trembled with fear, for these midnight wailings, these
moaning winds across the moor boded no good for all of their kind. It
meant that the spirits of evil were abroad.

"Suddenly a mighty gale struck the little house, causing it to tremble
from cellar to roof. Then the front door burst open with a crash. The west
wind with an awful wail and roar rushed into the shack, carrying with it
the fairies and the gnomes and the sprites and the banshees. No sooner
were they inside the cottage than the other door burst open and all the
fairies and the gnomes and the sprites were hurled out and carried away on
the great gale. But one little banshee had found lodgment on a beam where
it clung until the gale had passed.

"And what do you think it did?"

"Carried away the child?" suggested a voice.

"Did you ever hear of anything so perfectly ridiculous?" exclaimed Cora
Kidder.

"I gueth it went to thleep and fell off into the fire," suggested Tommy.

"No. It waited until the gale had passed, then dropping down touched the
sleeping child with its magic wand, whereupon Muriel became a butterfly.
The banshees carried the butterfly away with them and in their home she
grew to be as beautiful a banshee as she had been a child. But she grew
and grew. There was no stopping her. She grew almost as rapidly as Jack's
beanstalk by which he climbed to the home of the giant."

"What a fright she must have been," interrupted a voice.

"As she grew she began to hate the banshees who had taken her from her
home and made her become like them. She determined to avenge herself. This
she did by making war upon all the other banshees. So powerful was she and
so familiar, too, with their hiding places in the flowers that she had
little difficulty in clearing the country of the little pests. Those who
were not killed were driven from the country, all of which accounts for
there being no banshees in Ireland now. But they are to be found in some
other parts of the world."

"Are--are there any over here?" questioned a timid voice from among the
girls.

"I have never seen any," replied Harriet. "Still, we do not know. A
banshee might fly into any one of our tents on a dark night and change us
into butterflies or banshees or something of that sort, and we wouldn't
know anything about it until we had been changed. When we woke up we
should be in so different a form that we shouldn't know ourselves if we
were to look into a mirror."

"I know who that draped figure is now," exclaimed Patricia. "It's that
hateful Harriet Burrell. Isn't she silly and presuming?"

"Yes," was the reply. "I am amazed that Mrs. Livingston allows her to be
so forward. She and that McCarthy girl make an excellent team. One is as
tiresome as the other."

"I have heard," continued the ghost, "that this great and powerful banshee
came to America to look for the descendants of the banshees who made her
become one of them. It has even been hinted that she has been seen in the
Pocono Woods."

"Oh, my gracious!" exclaimed Hazel, glancing about her apprehensively.
"What if we should see her? I'd die of fright, I know I should."

"Fiddle! Who ith afraid of a banthhee?" jeered Grace. "Now if I thaw that
banthhee I'd jutht thtep on her with my heel, tho!" She dug her little
heel into the ground to show how she would crush the banshee.

Harriet might have been observed to gaze off into the forest almost
apprehensively herself now and then. There was a quizzical smile on her
face, but it was hidden by the white mask she wore.

Suddenly she cried out: "Oh, girls! girls!" Then pointed directly over
their heads into the forest. "The banshee! The banshee! Look! Oh, look!"

Tommy sat shivering, not daring to turn her head. A few girls mustered up
sufficient courage to look behind them. Then a series of wild screams rent
the air. There was a mad rush for the protection of the tents, in which
even the guardians--or nearly all of them--joined. What they had seen had
sent a thrill of terror through every girl that had gazed upon the
terrifying sight.

Tommy Thompson rose and stood trembling. "Thave me!" moaned Tommy. "I'm
tho thcared!"

[Illustration: "It's the Banshee!"]



CHAPTER XVI

THE LAYING OF A SPOOK


"It's the banshee! It's the banshee!" screamed a score of voices.

What they had seen had been enough to startle the bravest person. A figure
had suddenly appeared out of the gloom, a huge towering figure that looked
to the startled girls to be almost as high as the trees themselves,
though it was not more than eight feet tall. The figure was clad in long,
flowing white robes that hung gracefully to its feet. Two arms almost as
long as the figure was high, were waving frantically in the air. The face
was small and as white as the garb of the strange weird creature. It did,
indeed, look as though it might be the fabled banshee from the moors of
County Mooreland.

"Woo-oo-oo," wailed the apparition.

"Come back, girls!" cried Mrs. Livingston. "Come back, I tell you!" The
Chief Guardian had herself been startled at first. Standing their ground
were half a dozen other girls, among them was Hazel Holland. Patricia
Scott and Cora Kidder had long since retired to a safe distance from the
apparition.

The words of the Guardian somehow seemed to reassure the trembling Tommy.
Then, too, she saw that Harriet did not run. Harriet had thrown herself
upon the ground and was sitting with her head in hands, her shoulders
shaking. What Tommy did not know was that Harriet was not shaking with
fear, but with laughter.

The apparition was slowly approaching the little group of girls, with arms
waving and the weird "woo-oo-oo" becoming louder and louder. Two of the
half dozen who had stood their ground now turned and fled precipitately.

Tommy Thompson still stood her ground, with trembling limbs. All at once
her eyes narrowed. A crafty expression took the place of the look of fear
on her small face. Then to the amazement of the girls who still remained,
Tommy crept cautiously around until she got to the rear of the approaching
figure. Now and then as she thought the giant banshee was about to turn
around, Tommy would leap back as lightly as a cat.

Mrs. Livingston forgot her dignity and laughed until her eyes were dimmed
with tears.

The little girl made a sudden dive and a grab. Her fingers closed over a
piece of the banshee's robe. She felt something else in her grasp and gave
a mighty tug.

There was a shrill scream from the banshee. Harriet sprang away believing
that the apparition was about to fall on her. The girls fled. This was too
much for them. They did not think far enough to realize that what they had
heard was a most human scream and that it could have come only from a
human throat.

Down came the giant banshee in a mighty fall.

"Save me!" wailed the gigantic falling figure.

It was now too late to do anything toward saving the luckless banshee. The
drapery fell away in its struggles to right itself and the terrified
apparition perched upon a pair of stilts fell sprawling close to the fire
which by this time had burned very low, else the banshee's robes might
have been permanently singed.

Tommy uttered a little shriek.

"It'th Crathy Jane! It'th Crathy Jane! Thomebody thave her!"

Harriet Burrell was the "somebody" who sprang to the rescue. No sooner had
Jane touched the ground than Harriet was dragging her away, rolling her on
the ground, patting out the little flames that sprang up here and there
from her clothing. This was made the more difficult because of the long
stilts upon which the daring Jane McCarthy had walked. The long arms had
been sticks on which sheets had been draped. The arms had dropped when
Jane took her mighty fall and now lay on the ground on the other side of
the campfire.

"Are you hurt?" begged Harriet anxiously.

"Oh, my darlin'! I'm killed entirely."

"Wait till I take off your stilts. You will be all right as soon as you
get to your feet."

"Tommy has laid the ghost," cried a girl who had last run away. At this
the others came hesitatingly back. Mrs. Livingston half laughing, half
crying was assisting Jane to her feet. Jane's face wore a sheepish grin as
she shrugged her shoulders to make sure that they had not been dislocated.
Harriet had thrown off her mask. Her white robe was blackened from the
smoke and the fire from which she had rescued the singed banshee, and
Margery upon returning to the scene was complaining that she had bursted
half the buttons off her waist.

"There is your ghost, young ladies," smiled Mrs. Livingston. "Let it be a
lesson to you to never forget your self-possession, never to be carried
away by your impulses. Always use reason."

"Yeth. That ith what I did," declared Tommy.

"Why didn't you run?" asked Miss Partridge, who had remained near the
scene, but at what she considered a safe distance from the apparition.

"I thaw a lock of Crathy Jane'th hair thlipping out from behind her mathk.
The minute I thaw that hair I knew it. Then when I got behind her I thaw
the thtiltth. You thee the light wath on the other thide. I could thee
right through her drapery."

Now that the banshee had been "laid" the frightened girls could afford to
laugh and they did.

Mrs. Livingston spoke again.

"Miss Burrell has fairly won an honor. Some of you observed her presence
of mind when she rolled Miss McCarthy on the ground to put out the fire in
the latter's clothing, thus possibly saving that young woman's life. For
this you are awarded five red beads, Miss Burrell, for fire is red and
fire is the enemy that you overcame."

"Do I get a bead for laying the ghotht?" interrupted Grace.

"Yes, you do," answered the Chief Guardian with a smile. "Miss McCarthy
also shall have two beads, one for making the finest molasses candy we
have ever eaten, the second for providing the most unusual amusement ever
known at Camp Wau-Wau. And now we will go to our quarters. It has been a
most entertaining evening, even if it did cause some of us apprehension."

Jane McCarthy stepped up to Mrs. Livingston, looking the latter squarely
in the eyes.

"Mrs. Livingston, I do not think I am entitled to either of those
rewards," she said.

"No? And why not?"

"I never made any candy in my life before. I didn't even know whether you
used baking-soda or flour in it. Harriet helped with the recipe and told
me all she could about how to go to work. Oh, I want to be perfectly
honest about it all. Harriet suggested the ghost party too, though the big
banshee and the idea of the story were mine. I don't want the beads, Mrs.
Livingston. I want Harriet Burrell to have them. She earned them, I
didn't."

"Fine! Splendid! You are a Camp Girl in reality now. The spirit of Wau-Wau
has taken possession of you. My dear I congratulate you. The beads are
yours. Your truthfulness and unselfishness would win them for you even
though nothing else could. The fire-makers will subdue the flames after
the others have reached their tents."

Three happy girls went arm in arm to the camp street. They were Crazy
Jane, Harriet Burrell and Tommy Thompson, the latter more proud than she
had ever been in her life, because she had done what not one of some forty
others had dared to do--she had laid the ghost. Tommy expressed her
admiration for herself that night when snuggling down under the blankets
she murmured:

"Well, I gueth I'm thome folkth."




CHAPTER XVII

THE SOUP THAT FAILED


Almost the sole topic of discussion at Camp Wau-Wau on the following day
was the train of exciting events of the previous evening. There were, too,
murmurs of disapproval at the trick that Harriet Burrell and Jane McCarthy
had played on the girls. Some of the Camp Girls were ashamed that they had
shown such cowardice, others were angry at the Meadow-Brook Girls for
making them appear at a disadvantage. Among the latter were Patricia and
Cora. These two were talking it over when Harriet in passing, bade them a
pleasant good morning.

"Now look at her superior smile, will you?" jeered Patricia. "I just would
like to take her down a notch or two, and I will before I leave this
camp."

"How?" asked Cora reflectively.

"I don't know. I'll catch her somehow and make a laughing stock of her
before the rest of the girls."

"Patricia, have you forgotten the bath towel--have you forgotten what she
knows about us?"

"No, I haven't," answered Patricia Scott, with a toss of her head.

"And she hasn't said a word to any one about it."

"You don't know that. Have you noticed that that Miss Elting looks at us
very queerly when she passes us? She is very cold and distant, too, just
as though she knew something about us. You mark my words, that
Meadow-Brook Girl has told her all about finding the towel, but if it gets
to the Chief Guardian I know how I can turn the tables on that impudent
Harriet Burrell."

"How?"

"In the easiest way you can imagine. I'll say that Harriet never has liked
me and that she had taken my towel and hidden it purposely, just to
produce it at the right time and accuse me of having been implicated in
the hazing."

"But it wasn't your towel," protested Cora. "It was mine."

"That's all right. That will make it all the better. She will say it was
your towel and I will say it was mine. Don't you see how that will mix the
affair up? You must stand by me if it comes to that."

"Of course," answered Cora Kidder, but in rather a weak voice. She was not
a bad girl at heart, but she was easily influenced; it was not difficult
to persuade her to look at any matter with other eyes than her own. It was
the bad influence of Patricia Scott that already had led Cora so far into
mischief, and that gave promise of leading her still farther. Patricia, on
the other hand, possessed a jealous and revengeful disposition. It had
caused her trouble in her own home and lost her many friends in her home
town. She had been sent to the camp in the hope that the wholesome life in
the woods might give her a new point of view, and that the association
with the Camp Girls might make a better girl of her. Thus far the desired
result had not been attained, though she had managed to hide her
shortcomings from Mrs. Livingston and the guardians. At times Mrs.
Livingston, close observer that she was, had wondered as to the girl's
real character, but Patricia's sweet smile, easily assumed to fit the
occasion, had on each occasion disarmed the Chief Guardian.

"You must pretend to be very indignant if ever you are called to account,
and I will pretend to be indignant, too. I almost hope she does complain
of us, and she will, too. She is a sneak."

"I don't hope she'll complain of us," cried Cora in alarm. "I know I
should die of mortification."

"You haven't any courage, Cora Kidder," declared Patricia scornfully. "I
see I shall have to look out for both of us, and----"

"No, no," protested Cora. "Tell me what you want me to do. I will do it. I
don't want to be found out for what I already have done and be sent home.
What would I do? Oh, what would I do?"

Patricia gave her a withering glance.

"What you need is backbone. You haven't any more courage than a two-year
old child. What ails you?"

"You say I haven't any courage," answered Cora hotly. "I'll show you
whether I have or not. What do you want me to do?" she demanded,
straightening up to her full height and looking Patricia squarely in the
eyes.

"That's the way to talk, dear," nodded Patricia. "Let's take a walk.
Forget the mean things I just said to you, but I had to do it to put some
spunk into you."

"There comes that Margery girl," exclaimed Cora.

"Don't mind her. She wouldn't see the side of a house if it were set up
right in front of her. I can't say as much for that perfectly impossible
Grace Thompson. She is as sharp as she can be, and she isn't afraid to
speak right out before everybody. Didn't you see how she held her ground
last night when most of the others ran away."

"Oh, she was in the secret. She knew all about it," answered Cora Kidder.

"That's where you make a mistake. She didn't. Didn't you see how
frightened she was at first?"

Cora shook her head.

"You must keep your eyes open," advised Patricia. "You've gone too far to
take any chances; that is, any more than you have to take. She was going
to run, then she held herself steady by sheer grit. I don't like her, I
don't like any of them, but I know real courage when I see it and she
showed it last night."

"Harriet knew, though?"

"Oh, yes; she was in the game. Of course she was. It was a shame. She
ought to be put out of the camp. She will be. There isn't room here for
her and me."

Patricia linked an arm in that of Cora's, walking away to a spot where
they might be more by themselves. There were too many girls passing back
and forth now to make prudent a discussion such as was theirs.

A good part of the afternoon found Harriet Burrell in the kitchen of the
cook tent. Harriet was trying to win an "honor" by making soup. By making
five standard soups consecutively she would win another bead, provided
the soups were favorably received by the Camp Wau-Wau Girls.

Harriet's first day in the kitchen resulted in more confusion than the
kitchen had known that season. It seemed that everything was misplaced.
The dinner was late that night, but the soup was excellent. The other
girls in the kitchen made no complaint about the confusion, which they
believed to be due to carelessness on Harriet's part, because the
misplaced articles and various ingredients scattered about were those
which she had used in her work.

The next day conditions were no different. Patricia, who was preparing
salads for an "honor" finally threw up her hands in disgust. She declared
she could stand it no longer and if some of the girls didn't remove
Harriet from the kitchen, she, Patricia would have to get out herself.
Somehow this word reached Mrs. Livingston, with the result that Patricia
herself was asked to drop her "honor" work in the kitchen for the present.

It was a blow to Patricia Scott. She had not looked for this result, and
though she had not made the complaint in person, her criticism of Harriet
had been a boomerang that had returned and hit Patricia. This made the
girl even more bitter against Harriet than before.

The following two days brought with them less friction in the kitchen.
Harriet Burrell's soups delighted the girls and the guardians; many were
the compliments bestowed upon the blushing Harriet.

It was now the fifth day of Harriet's soup-making; the last in the test
for the "honor." It seemed a foregone conclusion that the young woman had
won her bead for this achievement in cookery. Harriet naturally felt
gratified. It meant something to win even one bead in the Camp Girls'
Association as every member of the organization had soon come to know. No
girl ever had won all of the "honors" these "honors" covering so many
fields of achievement as to make this well-nigh impossible.

"Well, Miss Burrell," smiled the Chief Guardian that evening after they
had sat down to the tables and grace had been said. "I suppose you will be
entitled to wear a new bead to-morrow."

"I hope so, Mrs. Livingston," answered Harriet with a blush.

"Wait till you try the thoup," suggested Tommy.

"I agree with you," said Hazel.

"Your friends do not seem to have the same confidence in your soup making
that the rest of us feel," smiled Miss Partridge.

"Perhaps that is because they know my shortcomings better than you do,
Miss Partridge," replied Harriet.

A close observer might have seen Patricia and Cora exchange meaning
glances.

There was a lively chattering along the tables while the girls were
waiting for the serving of the first course, the soup. This was brought to
the table in great tureens, one for each table, the guardian who sat at
the head of the table serving the soup which was passed along to the other
end by the girls themselves. In this case it was Miss Elting who was doing
the serving at the table at which the Meadow-Brook Girls were seated.

"This consommé certainly looks delicious," she said with a smile.

"From the smell I should say it must be," declared Jane McCarthy. "I know
I could die eating that soup."

"Be careful," warned a voice. "You may."

"I say girls, let's wait till Harriet samples it," suggested Hazel. "It is
her last chance at the soup. There's no telling what she might do to us."

"Yeth, that ith right," nodded Grace. "No poithon cup for uth."

"Taste it, darlin'," urged Jane.

Harriet with a good natured smile dipped her spoon in daintily, carrying
some of the steaming soup to her lips. She tasted the consommé gingerly,
then took another spoonful, and hurriedly put the spoon back in the dish.
A horrified expression appeared on the face of the Meadow-Brook girl.

"There! What did I tell you?" cried Margery.

"What is the trouble?" asked Miss Partridge.

"Oh-h-h!" gasped Harriet, making a desperate effort to control herself.

A girl on the other side of the table from Miss Burrell, sampled the soup,
then hastily dropped her spoon. Margery followed suit a moment later.

"How is it?" questioned Hazel.

"Please don't ask me," declared Margery gloomily.

Miss Elting made a wry face when she tasted the consommé, but said
nothing. Some went on eating, others laid down their spoons and leaned
back in their chairs. Tommy was the first to break the silence that had
settled over the table.

"There ith thomething the matter with thith thoup," she declared in a loud
voice.

"That's what I say," answered a voice.

"And I, and I, and I," cried other voices.

"Yes, I agree with you," answered Miss Partridge gravely. "Harriet what
did you put in the soup?"

"The usual ingredients."

Mrs. Livingston at this juncture sampled the soup. Her face darkened. She
swallowed a spoonful, then quickly laid the spoon on the soup plate.

Harriet had shrunk back into her chair. A deep flush rose to her face. To
cover her confusion she essayed to take some more soup, but the effort was
a failure. She simply could not eat the consommé.

"It tathteth to me like thoap," declared Tommy.

"I believe it is soap," spoke up Patricia Scott. "How perfectly
frightful!"

"I am afraid, Miss Burrell," said Mrs. Livingston, "that you have lost the
'honor' for this season. This consommé seems to be a dismal failure. This
of course does not preclude you from taking up some other branch of
cookery and winning an 'honor'."

Harriet was on the verge of tears, but she held herself under good
control. Her humiliation was apparent only in her flaming cheeks and
almost imperceptible beads of perspiration that stood out on her forehead.

"This is a matter that must be looked into, Harriet," said the Chief
Guardian. "Young ladies, eat no more of the soup. There is something
seriously wrong with it. It tastes like soap to me, too; I am free to
admit that. I hope no one has been playing pranks," fixing a keen glance
on Harriet's face.

"Oh, Mrs. Livingston," cried Harriet, shocked almost beyond words.

"I am not accusing you of any such thing, my dear," explained the Chief
Guardian. "You would be unlikely to play pranks and lose your 'honor'
mark. The guardians will please accompany me to the kitchen. Young ladies,
you will proceed with your dinner. Upon second thought, Miss Partridge and
Miss Elting will accompany me. The other guardians may remain here."

Mrs. Livingston rose, as did the two teachers whom she had named. A heavy
silence settled over the cook tent after the three women had disappeared
into the kitchen, a small tent at the rear of the cook tent. They were
gone for some time. Finally, Mrs. Livingston and Miss Partridge returned.
Miss Elting was not with them. The Chief Guardian's face wore an
expression of sternness such as none of the girls ever had observed there
before.

Harriet appeared wholly to have lost her appetite. She was making a brave
effort to eat, but the food choked her. The meal was finished in silence.
At the conclusion of the meal, Mrs. Livingston rose and requested the
girls to come to order.

"Young ladies," she began, "a most serious thing has occurred. I make no
accusations. Miss Burrell, where is the key to your supply box?"

"I hung it on a nail on the outside of the tent pole just behind my work
table, Mrs. Livingston."

The Chief Guardian turned to Miss Partridge.

"Do you mind bringing Miss Burrell's key and box, Miss Partridge?" she
asked. The young guardian rose promptly and left the tent. A few moments
later, she returned bearing a galvanized box, slightly larger than a
baking powder case. This she placed on the table before the Chief
Guardian, laying a key beside it. Harriet saw that the box was hers, but
she did not know why it had been brought to the tent.

Mrs. Livingston unlocked the supply box, then tilting it so that the light
from the hanging lamp nearby shone into the box, she peered in. Harriet
saw her grope in the box, saw her withdraw some small object and examine
it in the palm of her hand amid a breathless silence. Then the Chief
Guardian raised her eyes, fixing them on Harriet Burrell with an
inquiring, sorrowful gaze.




CHAPTER XVIII

AN "HONOR" FAIRLY LOST


"Miss Burrell," began the Chief Guardian in an impressive voice, "I find
that a serious offense has been committed, an offense that cannot be
overlooked. A prank is allowable within reasonable limits, but any such
trick as this borders on the disgraceful."

"Wha-at do you mean, Mrs. Livingston?" questioned Harriet.

"We have examined the pot in which the soup was made. We have, after
careful examination, decided what it is that gives the consommé the
peculiar flavor that you all have noticed."

Harriet listened with an expression of grave concern. She forgot in the
interest she felt in what the Chief Guardian was about to say, her own
humiliation at having lost the "honor" she had so nearly earned.

"We came to the conclusion that nothing but soap could give the soup the
peculiar flavor that makes it so unpalatable. Then again we observed
little beads floating on the surface," continued Mrs. Livingston. "While
attractive to look at these were very disagreeable to the taste for they
were soap bubbles. However, an entirely different complexion has been
placed on the matter since my examination of your box before me on the
table. Miss Burrell, I find in this box a small piece of castile soap from
which some shavings have been left in the box and on the paring knife with
which the soap was shaved off."

"Soap in my kit?" cried Harriet, rising slowly to her feet.

"Yes."

"But--why--what is it doing there?" gasped the astonished girl.

"That is what we should like to know. No one had access to your kit except
yourself. The box was locked and the key hung where you placed it when you
last had occasion to close the box."

"Yes, yes, but----"

"We also found flakes of soap scattered about on the floor in the kitchen.
I slipped on a shaving of it and nearly fell just now when I visited the
kitchen. Did you have any soap in your kit?"

"Certainly not, Mrs. Livingston."

"Then how did it come to be there just now when I opened the box?"

"Oh, I don't know," answered Harriet despairingly. "But surely, Mrs.
Livingston, you do not accuse me of anything so dreadful as mixing soap
with the consommé? Oh, you don't mean that; you can't mean it?"

"While I am not by any means accusing you, the facts on the face of the
affair speak for themselves, and----"

The Chief Guardian was interrupted by the sudden springing to her feet of
Crazy Jane. Her face was flushed; her hair was disarranged her arms were
raised above her head.

[Illustration: "Oh, Shame On All of You!" Cried Jane.]

"Oh, shame on all of you!" cried the girl. "My darlin' Harriet wouldn't do
such a thing. Never! Show me the one who did it, knowing that the darlin'
girl would be accused. I'll scratch her eyes out, I will!"

Jane was in a towering rage. The calm voice of Mrs. Livingston interrupted
the tirade.

"Miss McCarthy, be good enough to resume your seat," she said.

Jane hesitated. For a few perilous seconds she struggled with herself. The
girls expected an outbreak more vehement than her first. Instead, Jane sat
down with an emphasis that jarred the dishes on the table.

"We will now continue with this matter. Can any person here explain,
first how the consommé happens to be soaped, and secondly why soap is
found in Miss Burrell's kit?" questioned Mrs. Livingston.

A painful silence reigned in the cook tent. There seemed to be no
explanation of the mystery.

"There was nothing of the sort in the box when last I used it," reiterated
Harriet, "I am positive of that, Mrs. Livingston. Nor could it have been
at the bottom of the box under the other things. Knowing that I had
finished my work in the soup test, I examined the contents of the box to
put everything in order."

"You locked the box afterwards?"

"Immediately. I hung the key in its accustomed place, too."

"You have no idea when the soap was dropped into the soup kettle?"

"No. But wait! Just before I came into the cook tent to sit down I tasted
the soup, as I had done a dozen times before while in the kitchen to make
sure that it was exactly as it should be."

"Did you taste it just before you came in to dinner? Did you detect
anything wrong with it, Miss Burrell?"

"There was nothing wrong with it then. I mean--you know what I mean.
There was none of this soapy taste in it at all. To me it tasted
delicious. The first I realized that something had happened to the
consommé, was when I took a spoonful of it at the table here. Then I knew
something was wrong with it. That is all I can tell you. But you must know
that I would not do a thing like that, Mrs. Livingston. Please don't say
that you think I might be guilty of any such thing. Do you think I would
spoil my chance of winning an 'honor' for the sake of playing a
contemptible trick?"

"No, Harriet, I do not think you would," decided Mrs. Livingston after
gazing steadily into the troubled eyes of Harriet Burrell for a moment.

Harriet caught her breath sharply.

"It ith a mean thhame," declared Tommy in a voice that reached every
person in the tent. "I gueth the banshee mutht have done it."

A chorus of giggles greeted this sally. The laughter was suppressed by the
Chief Guardian.

"We will leave the mystery of the doctored soup as it stands until after
breakfast to-morrow morning," announced Mrs. Livingston. "After that, if
the guilty girl makes no confession in the meantime, we shall begin an
investigation of our own."

The Chief Guardian rose, the girls doing likewise, after which they filed
out of the tent. Once outside they began to talk excitedly. Most of them
took sides with Harriet Burrell. They did not believe she could have been
guilty of such a trick. Besides, she would be defeating her own ambitions
if she did do so. She was certain to lose the coveted "honor." Despite
this, however, there were those who did believe that Harriet had put soap
in the consommé.

It had been an evening full of excitement and unexpected happenings. And
now Harriet Burrell would not have another opportunity to win her "honor"
in this line until three months had passed.

Harriet's face was stony as she fled to her tent. Jane McCarthy reached
the tent a few minutes behind her friend. Jane threw her arms about
Harriet, expressing her opinion of the whole affair in her own hot-headed
way. Harriet's eyes were dry but her cheeks were hot. She was holding
herself well in hand, yet when she spoke there was a slight quaver in her
voice. She was not a girl given to tears.

"I don't care for the 'honor' so much," Harriet said, "but I just can't
stand it to have the girls believing deep down in their hearts that I
could have done that awful thing. They will say it; at least some of them
will."

"I dare them to!" flamed Jane. "Just let me hear them. Oh, just let me
hear one girl saying a word about Harriet Burrell. Oh!"

"I don't want you to mix in this trouble at all, Jane," objected Harriet.
"It is bad enough as it is. If I could find out who the guilty one is----"

"What would you do if you did find out?" demanded Jane.

"I don't know. Nothing I suppose," returned Harriet with a wan smile.

"That's just it. You've got to fight if you don't want to get walked on in
this world. My dad says so. He's a fighter, he is, little one, and he has
a daughter who can take her own part and half a dozen other people's
besides. My sleeves will be rolled up all the time after this. You watch
me get into action when I discover the girl, and----"

"I think you had better leave all that to me, Miss McCarthy," advised a
voice at the door of the tent.

At the first sound of the voice Harriet thought either Patricia or Cora
had come in. Then she saw that it was Mrs. Livingston.

"Please don't involve yourself in difficulties, my dear. Now, will you
leave us, please! I wish to speak alone with Miss Burrell."

Jane went outside the tent where she paced up and down waiting until the
Chief Guardian should come out, when Jane intended to return to the tent
and talk further with her friend. She intercepted the other Meadow-Brook
Girls who had come over to sympathize with Harriet. All save Tommy
returned to their own tents.

"Now, my dear," said Mrs. Livingston, seating herself beside Harriet on
the edge of the latter's cot, "please do not take this quite so hard. You
will have plenty of opportunity to win other 'honors' before leaving Camp
Wau-Wau."

"It is not the loss of the 'honor' that is disturbing me, Mrs. Livingston.
It is the thought that you suspected me of being the author of that
trick," answered Harriet quite frankly. "You will understand that I am not
saying this in an impertinent sense."

"My dear girl, I know of course that you are not. Let me tell you
something. It may serve to make you feel this less keenly. I sought for
the moment to be a little harsh with you thinking that possibly the girl
who had done this might rise and confess at once rather than see you bear
the burden of the accusation?"

"There is little danger of her doing that."

"So I infer. But you have a suspicion as to who she may be?" added the
Chief Guardian quickly.

"I may have, but I should not wish to name any one. You see my suspicion
may be entirely wrong. In fact I am convinced that it is."

"My child, if you have a well-founded suspicion of any girl here you
should make it known to me. It is your duty to do that."

"That is just the trouble," answered Harriet with a faint smile. "My
suspicion is not a well founded one. Even if it were I should not be sure
that I ought to tell you."

"I will not press you to tell me, my dear. I will leave it all to your
good judgment. At breakfast to-morrow morning I shall announce that you
are in no way held to blame for this unpleasant incident."

With a kind "good night, Miss Burrell," the Chief Guardian left Harriet.

Patricia and Cora were about to enter the tent when they espied Jane
walking up and down.

"On guard, eh?" sneered Patricia.

Jane strolled over, peered down impudently into the face of Patricia
Scott, gazing at the girl for all of half a minute.

"Yes," answered Jane shortly, then turned her back on the two girls.




CHAPTER XIX

WHEN THE STORM BROKE


Instead of entering the tent after Crazy Jane's snub, Patricia and Cora
Kidder gazed at the girl pacing back and forth before it, then laughing
sarcastically turned and walked away. Mrs. Livingston saw them in the
distance when she came out, but her attention was immediately centred on
Jane.

"Miss McCarthy," she said. "I wouldn't keep Harriet up long, were I in
your place. The poor girl has had a trying time of it this evening. Were
the two girls who just walked away from here, Miss Scott and Miss Kidder?"

"Yes, ma'am. And I gave them a good stiff punch--I mean I told them--I let
them know how much I loved them."

"Try to love every one, Miss McCarthy. It doesn't pay for one to go about
with any other feeling in the heart."

"I guess I must have been born with the other feeling," returned Crazy
Jane. "But at any rate, I know I have the other feeling now."

"Try to be like Miss Burrell, sweet and forgiving. Good night."

"Good night, Mrs. Livingston. I'll just say 'good night' to Harriet. I
won't stay a minute."

Jane was true to her word. She ran into the tent and gathering Harriet in
her arms, kissed her on the forehead, very gently, too, for Jane; after
which the impulsive girl ran out without giving Harriet a chance to say a
word.

The hour for "lights out" not having arrived, most of the girls were out
by the campfire chatting. Harriet preferred to be alone on this occasion.
She did not feel equal to talking with any one. She felt that the day had
been a miserable failure. There had been two days of it. First, everything
in the kitchen had gone wrong. This condition had somewhat improved after
Patricia had left the kitchen, only to become many times worse after three
days had elapsed.

Harriet tried to reason out the mystery. Her first thought was that
Patricia might have had something to do with the spoiling of the soup. But
she had not the slightest proof that Patricia was the culprit.

Harriet was at a loss to know what to do. The problem was too much for
her. Her head whirled with her effort to solve it Before retiring for the
night, however, she moved her cot to the extreme rear of the tent so that
the light would not be so strong in her eyes when Patricia and Cora came
in to retire. After a time Harriet dropped off to sleep. She was awakened
by voices outside at the rear of the tent.

The light was out and the tent was in darkness. Harriet did not know what
time it was, but hearing regular breathing she decided that of course the
two girls must have come in and retired without having awakened her. But
as Harriet listened she recognized the voices. They were outside the tent
within a yard of her head at the moment.

"To 'The Pines'?" came the question in Patricia's voice.

"Yes," replied Cora. "Charlie Collier wants me to go with him. He says he
will come for me in his car. They are going to have a perfectly lovely
dance at 'The Pines.'"

"Have you spoken to Mrs. Livingston?"

"She wouldn't let me go. Of what use would it be to speak to her? I'm so
angry I could howl."

"What a simpleton you are, Cora Kidder," chided Patricia. "If I had an
invitation to that dance and wanted to go--really were crazy to go--I'd
go!"

"How?"

"Cut for it."

"You mean go without permission?"

"Of course. I'd do it just to defy her."

A brief period of silence followed. Then Cora spoke.

"If I thought I could do it and get back without discovery, I would," she
said slowly.

"Of course you can get back. Tell Charlie Collier at what hour you must
return and see that he starts back to camp in good season with you. Is he
coming alone?"

"Oh, mercy no. His sister will come with him and return with us."

"When is the party!"

"The day after to-morrow night."

"How are you to let him know that you will go?"

"He is going to call here with his sister to-morrow."

"Good! Now don't be afraid. Tell him you'll go."

"I believe I will," replied Cora. By the way, Patricia, the soap trick
worked all right, didn't it!"

"It certainly did," was the answer, and Patricia broke into a merry laugh,
in which Cora did not appear to join so heartily.

Harriet heard no more. The two girls had gotten up and moved out of her
hearing. But she was shocked beyond expression. The soap in the consommé
was no longer a mystery. She had never believed that Patricia was quite
so unscrupulous. Now she knew the worst. Harriet did not know what course
to pursue, but after thinking it over she concluded that there was nothing
for her to do. As to the proposed trip to "The Pines," surely were she to
go to Cora and tell her what a wrong thing she was planning, Harriet would
merely be snubbed. Besides, it was not at all certain that Cora Kidder
would go.

She heard the two girls slip into the tent and knew from their light
footfalls that they were wearing their slippers. Harriet knew, too, that
they had been sitting outside clad in their wrappers, for they got into
bed immediately. There were a few whispered words, which she failed to
catch, then silence settled over the tent, broken occasionally by Tommy's
unintelligible mutterings. Tommy was dreaming again--giving promise of
having a mild form of nightmare later on.

A gust of wind set the tree-tops to rustling. All Nature stirred
restlessly. The listening girl heard the disturbed chirpings of the birds
in the trees. Following this came the patter of raindrops on the roof of
the tent. A brilliant flash of lightning made the tent as light as day for
the fraction of a second. Harriet could plainly see the faces of the three
girls in their cots. They were asleep, or at least appeared to be
sleeping, for their eyes were closed. Then came the distant rumble of
thunder.

Though unafraid, Harriet shivered a little and snuggled down under the
blankets. The rain now began to fall, at first mildly then increasing to a
roar as heavy drops began beating on the canvas roof. The sound lulled her
to sleep. She simply could not fight off the drowsiness that had taken
possession of her, and unmindful of the storm outside, Harriet soon passed
into peaceful slumber.

The storm grew heavier. The tents were illuminated almost incessantly by
flashes of lightning. It was quite evident, however, that the camp was not
in the heart of the electrical disturbance, although a veritable deluge of
water was now falling upon it.

Nearly every girl in the camp lay wide awake with head buried in her
pillow, shivering, momentarily expecting to be struck by lightning.
Harriet was suddenly startled by a scream following a particularly vivid
flash of lightning.

"Did some one call?" she asked.

"Oh, yeth, yeth," moaned Tommy. "It wath awful."

"There is nothing to fear," returned Harriet. "Lie down and cover your
head if the lightning disturbs you. Are the other girls asleep?"

A flash answered the question for her. Patricia and Cora were sitting up
in their beds, with blankets wrapped about them. Their faces were pale
with fright.

"Don't be frightened, girls," Harriet called soothingly. "You can tell by
listening that the worst of the storm has passed. It has gone to the north
of us. The wind is blowing strongly from the south."

Cora gave her an appealing look that made Harriet feel sorry for the girl.
Patricia never looked at her at all.

"It may rain all the rest of the night, but the dangerous part of the
storm has passed," continued Harriet. "I'm glad of it myself. One doesn't
feel any too secure in these flimsy tents in a heavy gale. But don't
worry."

"Oh, thave me!" wailed Tommy, quickly pulling the blankets over her head
as the tent was illuminated by a particularly brilliant flash of
lightning.

The downpour became heavier. Next the tent began to leak. Harriet felt
several large drops of rain strike in her face.

"I think I had better move," she said laughingly. "How is it with you,
girls?"

"I'm soaked," answered Cora.

"Drag your cots into the middle of the tent. I think we shall find it
drier there."

This suited Grace. She felt the need of closer companionship. Then
followed the sound of cots being scraped along the floor. Harriet had
reasoned correctly. The middle of the tent thus far had not begun to leak.

They crawled in under the blankets once more, but three of the Camp Girls
were trembling and shivering with fear at the fury of the storm. Ten
minutes later the tent sprang a leak directly over their heads. Very
shortly after that the four cots and the bedding were thoroughly soaked by
the merciless downpour.

Patricia, Cora and Tommy hurriedly crawled out of their water-soaked beds.
Harriet decided that she would be as well off in her cot, so she lay
still. She did suggest that one of the girls might try to light the
lantern. Patricia fumbled about in the darkness for the matches, and
finally found them, only to discover that they were so wet that they would
not light.

Suddenly a new and terrifying sound was borne to the ears of the four
girls.

Tommy screamed with fright. Cora uttered a terrified wail. Harriet and
Patricia, however, were silent. At the first suggestion of the threatening
sound Harriet had leaped from her cot. She stood with one hand slightly
raised, her head bent forward ever so little, her eyes tightly closed,
every nerve in her body centred on listening to the disturbing sound,
seeking to discover its meaning. Then all at once it occurred to her what
it was.

Harriet acted instantly.

"Down!" she cried sharply. "Under the cots! Quick! Do as I tell you!
Tommy! Are you under?"

"Yeth. Oh, thave me!" came a muffled voice that seemed to be under the
floor of the tent.

Patricia and Cora, recognizing that Harriet had some well defined plan in
mind, obeyed her without the slightest hesitation. They threw themselves
on the floor hastily crawling under the cots. Then Harriet Burrell made a
sudden dive. She was standing several feet from her own bed. The dive sent
her sliding underneath the nearest cot. Her progress was stopped by the
body of one of her companions.

She had sought cover none too soon. The most terrific crashing that any of
those girls ever had listened to, filled the air. Above the uproar was
heard faintly the scream of a girl somewhere outside the tent. Then the
blow fell, a mighty, crushing blow that seemed to set the universe all a
tremble.




CHAPTER XX

THE FALL OF A FOREST KING


"Thave me!" moaned the unhappy Tommy, but her voice was lost in the volume
of sound that fairly overwhelmed the occupants of the tent.

Almost at the instant that the first alarm had reached her ears, Harriet
Burrell recognized the nature of the sound. She had heard it before though
in a lesser degree. A tree was falling. She remembered a tall aged pine
that stood a short distance to the south of the tent. Between the tree and
the tent was a fairly open space, that was filled principally with
saplings and scrub undergrowth. Harriet in that moment understood, she
thought, that the heavy downpour of rain had weakened the hold of the aged
roots of the tree in the ground. The heavy wind blowing against the old
pine had been too much for the weakened roots. The tree was falling with
mighty crashings and reports that sounded like the explosions of firearms.

To run, Harriet believed might be attended with serious consequences to
them, for the long limbs of the tree were penetrating the tent roof
before she had fairly gotten her companions underneath the cots. The tent
was swept down as Harriet was diving under the bed. She realized that if
the full force of the trunk fell on the cots nothing could save the girls
beneath them. Still, Harriet did not believe the tree could fall so flat
as that. Its limbs, she thought, would support its trunk, keeping the
latter from falling flat on the ground.

Her three companions screamed with terror. Harriet was silent. She was
listening to the terrifying sounds, straining every nerve to the task,
fully expecting to be blotted out of existence at any second. She felt the
first result of the falling tent when a flood of water that had rained
down on the tent floor splashed into her face and over her body.
Everything seemed to cave in. Some of the larger limbs of the tree struck
the floor of the tent so close to the cots that the girls under them were
paralyzed with fear for a few awful seconds.

It seemed to them that the crashings and crunchings never would cease. But
they finally did. The girls then realized that the air was close and that
it was insufferably hot where they were.

"Is--is it all over?" gasped Cora.

"Yes, I hope so," answered Harriet in a matter of fact voice.

"Wha-at was it?" questioned Patricia in a smothered tone.

"The old pine tree fell. It was fortunate for us that we were in the
centre of the tent, for the trunk of the tree is kept from us by the
branches that are resting in the tent and on the ground at each side. But
girls, we must get out of here. Is any one of you hurt?"

The girls replied in the negative. How to get free of the tent was a
problem. The canvas roof was drawn taut over their haven of safety. The
air in their strange prison was getting very close.

"Oh, let's get out of this awful place," moaned Cora.

"We must wait a little," answered Harriet. "You lie perfectly still. I
will try to get some fresh air in here. Oh, I wish I had a knife," she
added as her groping hands came in contact with the canvas over which she
was searching for some little opening into which she could insert a finger
and tear the canvas. A moment later Harriet uttered a glad little
exclamation. She had found the opening that she was searching for. She
ripped the canvas after great effort, for the cloth was tough. Then to her
dismay she found a great fold of the canvas on the other side of the
opening thus made. All her labor had been fruitless.

Harriet raised her voice in a shout for assistance. The cry was muffled
and could not possibly have reached far. Their positions were growing more
and more desperate. Harriet Burrell's three companions were so firmly held
by the weight of the cots over them, that they were barely able to move.
Harriet being near the edge of the heap had a little more freedom. Of this
she was taking full advantage, wriggling desperately to enlarge the space
about her, seeking here and there for an opening through which she might
crawl in order to make a way for her companions, who were now crying
hysterically. Patricia, however, was more calm than any of the others save
Harriet herself.

All at once, the girl became conscious of a confused murmur of voices that
seemed to come from some distance away. She shouted again and again. At
last her calls were answered.

"Help is coming, girls," she cried in an encouraging voice. "Keep up your
courage."

"H-a-r-r-i-e-t?" wailed a voice. "Are you there?"

"Yes, Jane."

Then she heard the voices of Hazel and Margery. The latter two were half
crazed with fear for Harriet. The next time Jane cried out she was nearer
to the imprisoned girls.

"Call to me, darlin', so that I may know where you are," she shouted.

"We are right in the middle of the heap under the tent," answered Harriet.
"None of us is hurt. Is any one else hurt?"

"One girl was badly bruised. But oh, this is too bad. I'm coming. No, I
can't get any closer. What shall I do?" wailed Jane.

"Get something to cut away this canvas as soon as you can get to it. We
are smothering," returned Harriet.

"Jasper is going to cut the limbs of the tree away," answered Jane.

"No, no, no!" shouted Harriet. "He must not do that He will have the trunk
down on us and then we shall all be crushed. Have him try to reach us by
cutting away only the smaller branches of the tree, but don't let him cut
off any of the larger limbs. Tell him to hurry for we shall soon smother
in here. Watch him, Jane, to see that he doesn't do anything to increase
our danger."

"I'll watch him, my darling" returned Jane. "Oh, what a mess! What a
mess!"

Mrs. Livingston had caused the general alarm to be sounded, guardians
being ordered to have every available lamp in the camp lighted and brought
to the scene. Jane's, however, was the commanding force. Carrying a
lantern she took the directing of the rescue into her own hands, ordering
Jasper and the girls much as her father in other days had bossed gangs of
men.

First of all the canvas of the tent was cut near to where the four girls
lay. Then at Jane's suggestion the smaller branches of the tree were
carefully cut away about them to give room for the work of assisting the
four girls from their perilous position. By this time Jane and Harriet
were exchanging humorous little remarks, keeping up a running fire of
comment and trying to make light of their dangerous predicament. Cora and
Tommy were trembling so that when they did speak, their words were
scarcely intelligible to the girl who was coming to their rescue.
Patricia, however, was silent.

"That's enough, Jasper," commanded Jane at last. "Now hold the lantern."

All at once there was an ominous creaking and snapping directly above
where they lay.

"I'm being crushed!" screamed Cora.

Harriet had heard the sound. She knew the meaning of it, too. Some part of
the tree was settling over the cots as the result of Jasper's efforts to
reach the imprisoned girls. Harriet Burrell's mind worked rapidly. She
turned as quickly as she was able until she lay at right angles to the
cots and wholly beneath them with her head inward, her feet toward the
spot where Jasper and Jane were working feverishly to reach the girls.

"I don't know that I can do it, but I can try," muttered Harriet. She was
barely able to breathe. "Hurry!" she called. "We can't stand it much
longer." The girl braced herself, arched her back and stiffened her
muscles. To her joy, she found herself able to raise the cots a trifle.
The weight that had last crushed them down, was not so great but that she
could raise it, though when she desisted from her efforts the weight
above, held her down firmly across the bodies of two of her companions.

"Here we are darlin's," came the welcome voice of Crazy Jane close at
hand. "Hurry, now. This old house may tumble in again."

"Tell me when you are ready. Help Patricia out first. I'll lift the cots
while you pull her out. All ready?"

"Yes."

Harriet threw all her strength into the task of raising the cots,
underneath which she had burrowed. Patricia was quickly dragged out. The
cots sagged under the weight that bore them down and Harriet Burrell
sagged under the weight of both.

"Cora! Be quick!" she gasped.

"I--I can't move."

Harriet put forth a greater effort of strength. Cora Kidder was dragged
out from under the cots gasping. Then came Tommy more dead than alive,
uttering frightened little moans. Harriet suddenly collapsed under the
weight she had been holding up, her three companions in the meantime being
on their way to safety.

Jane heard the crackling of the limbs of the tree and the snap of a brace
on a cot. Her frantic calls to Harriet were unanswered. Crazy Jane knew
that Harriet Burrell was in mortal danger.

Jasper was still holding the lantern, just outside the danger line, so
that Jane was now working in the dark. Making her way to the pile of cots
she groped helplessly about, her hands at length coming in contact with
Harriet's feet. Five seconds later Jane was bending all her energies to
the work of raising the cot from the body of her friend. It was
useless--Harriet was pinned down under the weight of the tree pressing
upon the cot.

"Jasper, where are you?" cried Jane.

"I'm holding the lantern out here."

"Bring it nearer, you wooden Indian!" cried the girl indignantly.

Jasper obeyed with alacrity, holding the lantern as close to where Jane
worked as was possible.

Jane made one more frantic effort to raise the cot, then finding it
useless she clambered back to where Jasper stood peering anxiously at the
fallen tent. Glancing hastily about, she instantly formed her plan for
rescuing Harriet.

Seizing one of the side poles of the tent she ran one end of it under the
cot; then bracing her shoulder against it, used it as a lever in the
endeavor to pry the weight off her friend. The pole broke in the middle.

Nothing daunted, she placed the two broken ends of it together under the
cot, and thus doubling their strength, she shouted excitedly to Jasper:

"Take hold, you owl-faced sleepy-head!"

Jasper did so, and with difficulty elevated the cot a few inches above the
body of Harriet.

But that was enough! Like a flash Jane bent down and dragged Harriet from
her perilous position and out into the open air.

Harriet lay on the wet ground gasping for breath. She was completely
exhausted. Her hair was a tangled mass, her face was scratched and bloody,
her wrapper was badly torn.

"Get away from here!" commanded Crazy Jane, turning on Jasper almost
savagely, and Jasper lost no time in obeying her. "Are you much hurt,
darlin'?" she begged grasping one of Harriet's hands in both her own.

"Oh! Wa--ait till I ge--t my breath," gasped Harriet.

"Take your time. Oh, I'm so glad. I thought I'd never get you out."

Harriet roused herself.


"Is Harriet all right?" cried the anxious voice of Hazel Holland.

"Yes, she is, but don't you bother her," warned Jane. "She's all in."

"I--I'll be all ri--ight Don't worry," gasped Harriet.

She struggled to a sitting posture. Then her head drooped forward. Her
arms fell limply at her sides, and with a little moan Harriet toppled
over, unconscious.




CHAPTER XXI

A DAY OF EXCITEMENT


"Get back!" commanded Crazy Jane, pushing a crowd of girls away. "Do you
want to smother the poor child?"

"We must get her into one of the tents," declared Mrs. Livingston.

"Wait till she comes to," answered Jane, turning Harriet over on her back
so that the rain, which was falling in a fine drizzle now, might beat on
the face of the unconscious girl.

Now Harriet began to move her head from side to side to avoid the drizzle
that was beating into her face. Soon her eyelids began to quiver. Her
breathing became stronger. Mrs. Livingston was kneeling beside her,
chafing the girl's hands and smoothing back the tangled hair from her
white forehead.

"I think she should be carried in to one of the tents now," said the Chief
Guardian.

"Sure," agreed Jane, gathering Harriet into her arms and staggering away.
She shook her head vehemently as half a dozen girls sprang forward to help
her with her burden.

Harriet struggled from the friendly arms of Jane.

"I--I can walk," she said weakly. Jane threw an arm about her waist and
led her into the nearest tent, followed by Mrs. Livingston and more than
twenty Camp Girls.

"You had better all go to your tents, dry yourselves and get into bed,"
advised the Chief Guardian. "We don't want any of our Camp Girls to become
ill, you know. Miss Burrell will be all right now, I think."

The Camp Girls obeyed reluctantly, though Harriet's chums asked and
received permission to remain with their fellow Meadow-Brook girl. Upon
entering the tent Jane saw the tousled head of Patricia Scott above the
blankets of another girl's col Patricia had crawled into the first cot she
came to.

"Get up, young lady, and give Harriet a chance," ordered Jane.

Patricia merely stared, then her black eyes snapped. She made no move to
rise. Crazy Jane did not repeat her order. Instead she strode up to the
cot, grasped the edge of it and turned it over. Patricia went sprawling.

Harriet had sat down heavily on the floor of the tent as soon as her
friend released her. Jane patted down the quilts and stepping over to her
companion assisted her to the suddenly vacated cot.

"Get in, honey," smiled Jane.

Patricia had scrambled to her feet, her eyes snapping menacingly, her
hands clenched so tightly as to show white ridges at the knuckles. Then
she caught sight of the Chief Guardian about to enter the tent and brought
up abruptly in her charge on Crazy Jane who had not deigned to look at
Patricia after dumping her out of the cot.

"You may go to my quarters and lie down, Miss Scott," ordered Mrs.
Livingston. "The rest of you may do the same when you feel equal to it."

Patricia flung herself out of the tent angrily. Cora remained a few
moments, acting as though she wanted to say something. However, instead of
doing so she finally followed Patricia and went through the rain to Mrs.
Livingston's tent.

"Ith--ith Harriet better now?" questioned Tommy in a hesitating voice.

"Yes, dear, we hope so. She will be as well as ever by to-morrow morning.
Miss McCarthy, do you know what she did to save those girls?"

"No, Mrs. Livingston, I don't know. She saved them all right. That's as
much as I care to know. Has any one a wrapper? Harriet is soaking wet."

Hazel and Margery immediately began rummaging in the tent. They failed to
find a kimono or dressing gown, because the girls who occupied the tent
were wearing their own. Mrs. Livingston thereat, removed Harriet's torn,
dressing gown, wrapping her in dry blankets, Harriet protesting all the
time that she was not in need of all these attentions. One of the regular
occupants of the tent was sent to another tent where she slept on the
floor for the rest of the night. She had offered no objection to giving up
her bed, nor would she have done so had she found Patricia there, as
Patricia Scott well knew. Jane declared that she would not leave Harriet.

In the meantime, Miss Partridge, who now was Mrs. Livingston's Chief
Assistant, was making hot tea for the girls who had been caught under the
falling tree. Mrs. Livingston remained with Harriet for a little time,
leaving soon after Miss Partridge came in with the tea. Shortly after that
she might have been seen, enveloped in a hooded raincoat tramping about
the camp with Jasper, examining the trees to learn if there was further
danger from any of them. Having satisfied herself on this point and making
a final round of the tents to see that her girls were all comfortably
settled for the night, Mrs. Livingston returned to her own tent.

Morning dawned bright and beautiful after the storm. It was not until then
that the Camp Girls realized what a narrow escape Harriet Burrell and the
three other girls had had. There was nothing to be seen of the tent save
here and there a white patch of canvas observable under the mass of limbs
and foliage. Jasper was at work stoically chopping away, both for the sake
of clearing up the mess and providing some excellent wood for the
campfire. After dinner enough of the wreckage was cleared away so that the
girls were able to catch a glimpse of the four cots drawn up close
together, though they were now crushed down and lay in confusion on the
floor of the tent.

Harriet had gotten up shortly after the usual hour. Her eyes were bright,
but her face showed the effect of the trial through which she had passed.
It still bore scratches. The girl was so lame that every step she took
gave her pain and her back was so stiff that she stooped considerably when
walking. Mrs. Livingston had tried to get the story of Harriet's saving of
their lives from the three girls. Patricia and Cora were uncommunicative.
Tommy had no very clear idea of what had occurred, except that she "wath
thmothered almotht to death." But Mrs. Livingston was not to be put off so
easily. She found an opportunity to speak with Harriet early in the
afternoon. The first question she asked was why the cots had been placed
in the middle of the tent floor.

Harriet smiled as she told the Guardian that they had been dragged there
so that their occupants might escape the rain.

"What followed?" urged Mrs. Livingston.

"Everything happened. It seemed as if we were being slowly crushed to
death. Then Jane and Jasper came to the rescue."

"How did you get such a lame back?" asked the Chief Guardian suddenly.

"I think it was trying to lift the cots," answered Harriet, then she
blushed. "I mean when the cots----"

"I understand," smiled the Guardian. "You held up the cots so that your
companions might not be crushed."

"I had to do so," admitted Harriet. "But it was no more than I should have
done. You see the branches suddenly began pressing down on the cots
pinning the girls underneath them. I knew they never could get out if the
whole weight of the tree once settled down on them. Jane was near at hand.
I knew she would reach us in a very few moments. It was nothing, Mrs.
Livingston. I didn't wish to speak of it. Please don't say anything to the
girls about it unless you wish to embarrass me," added Harriet, laughing.
"I have been more conspicuous already than I like. You see they have not
forgotten the soapy soup."

"Nor have I," answered the guardian with a quick compression of her lips.
"That affair is being investigated, though I have now little hope of
fixing upon the guilty person. Perhaps this interruption may bring out
something however. That makes two mysteries for us to clear up. First the
hazing, then the incident of the consommé. There are one or more guilty
girls in this camp who must be found and dismissed. I am determined upon
that. Now about your sleeping quarters."

"Oh, yes, I was going to speak with you about that."

"The only tent we have is a small A tent with room enough for two persons.
Do you think you can get along with that, allowing one other girl to share
the tent with you, say for instance, Miss Kidder?"

"Oh, yes. But I rather thought I should like to sleep out of doors for a
few nights. May I?"

"If you think you are well enough. I would suggest that you place your bed
near the tent that we shall erect this afternoon, then if you wish to go
inside you will not have far to go. Why do you wish to sleep out of
doors?"

"I thought I should like to try for the 'honor' for sleeping out doors for
five consecutive nights."

"Oh, yes. That reminds me. You have some 'honors' coming to you as it is.
At dinner this evening I shall have something to say that undoubtedly will
please you. But we have a visitor. I must leave you."

The visitor was none other than Charlie Collier. He was alone and was
shaking hands with Cora when Harriet first caught sight of him. Harriet
Burrell's face assumed a thoughtful expression as she looked the young
man over. She had no particular fault to find with his appearance, but the
conversation she had overheard between Cora and Patricia outside the tent,
instantly recurred to Harriet. Mr. Collier was undoubtedly there to get
his answer regarding Cora's accompanying him to the dance at "The Pines."

"Oh, I hope she doesn't do anything so foolish," thought Harriet.

The guest was soon chatting with Mrs. Livingston, then after having paid
his respects to her, he walked with Cora, greeting the other girls to whom
he had been introduced on his previous visit. He glanced at Harriet and
she was positive that he asked some question of his companion concerning
her, for Cora turned quickly toward Harriet, then seeing she was observed,
shifted her glance.

"I wish she would introduce me. I know I could very easily spoil her
little plan," thought Harriet. However, she was not asked to meet Mr.
Collier. Very shortly afterwards, he bade the girls good-bye, saying that
he must be getting on as he was to have an active part in the preparations
for the dance at "The Pines" that evening. More than one girl in camp
wished that she might be numbered among those who were going to dance at
"The Pines."

Jane came running up to Harriet saying that Mrs. Livingston had said
Jasper was to fix whatever sort of a bed Harriet wished. Jane suggested
that they bring a cot out from one of the tents, and build a roof over it.

"That isn't the kind of bed I am going to sleep on," answered Harriet,
glancing up brightly. "Did you ever see a woodsman's bed?"

"Gracious, no!" exclaimed Crazy Jane. "What sort of a freak is it?"

"There comes Jasper. I will tell him what I want. He doesn't look
particularly happy, does he!"

Harriet told Jasper to cut two six-inch tree trunks and fetch them to the
site of the new tent. He brought some that had already been cut for a
Council Fire. Harriet directed him to place them on a level piece of
ground, parallel to each other and about four feet apart.

"Now bring me all the pine boughs you can get. I shall need a lot of
them," said Harriet brightly.

Jane herself carried a great many of these boughs to the spot. Harriet
broke them off to a length to suit her, after which she began sticking the
boughs in the soft earth, tops uppermost. Armful after armful was disposed
of in this manner until a fragrant green mound had been built up. On top
of this when she could find no more room to stick the sharp ends of the
boughs, the girl laid other boughs, being careful not to leave any sharp
ends projecting.

"Now, Jasper, if you will bring me my mattress, we will try the bed," she
said after completing and surveying her work critically.

Jasper did as she requested, for Harriet's lame back would not permit of
her lifting anything of weight. The mattress was placed on top of the
heap. Harriet pointed to it, nodding brightly to Crazy Jane.

"Try it, dear," she said.

By this time quite a crowd of girls had gathered about Harriet to watch
the making of the bed, never having seen anything of the kind before. Jane
very cautiously placed herself on the new bed. To her amazement it did not
break down with her. Instead she seemed to be lying on fragrant air. Jane
uttered a little cry of delight.

"How do you like it?" chuckled Harriet.

"Oh, girls this is simply great. I could just die on this bed."

"Please don't. I want to sleep on it to-night," answered Harriet
laughingly. "I didn't make it for you to pass your last moments on. I made
it to sleep on and I propose to have a real sleep there this very night."

However, as a matter of fact, Harriet Burrell was not destined to enjoy
her night's rest on the bed of pine boughs.

On the contrary she was destined to pass a most miserable night, in this
her first sleep in the open.





CHAPTER XXII

SLUMBERS RUDELY DISTURBED


"Miss Burrell, are you going to sleep outside to-night?" It was the first
time Patricia Scott had addressed Harriet in some days.

"Yes, if the weather remains clear," returned Harriet.

"I should like to occupy the other cot in your tent. I wish to be near my
friend."

It will be remembered that since the night of the storm, Harriet had been
sleeping in a small A tent, in which there were but two cots--one of them
occupied by Cora.

"You may occupy it as long as you wish, Miss Scott," replied Harriet
cordially. "I shall be out here for five nights at least and perhaps
longer unless a storm should come up. If it does storm I'll run in and
bunk on the floor."

"Thank you." Patricia turned away with a gleam of satisfaction in her
eyes that Harriet Burrell did not see. Harriet remained a few moments to
finish making her bed so that she need not return to her bunk until the
hour for "lights out" had arrived. Patricia had gone to the cook tent
before Harriet started for there. Harriet thrust her head into her tent to
see if Cora were there. She saw the girl lying on the cot wearing a
kimono.

"Aren't you coming to dinner?" inquired Harriet.

"No, I don't feel very well, thank you," answered Cora Kidder
indifferently.

"Shall I bring you something to eat!"

"No, thank you. You are very kind."

Harriet noted that the girl's cheeks were flushed and her eyes very bright
and her first thought was that Cora had a fever. At the dinner table
Patricia reported that Cora was not feeling well and that she would not be
in to dinner. Mrs. Livingston thoughtfully inquired whether the young
woman wished a tray of food carried to her tent.

"I offered to take her something, but she said she did not care for
anything to eat," spoke up Harriet.

Patricia shot a peculiar look at her, but Harriet chanced to be looking
toward Mrs. Livingston at the moment.

Immediately after dinner Mrs. Livingston hurried over to Cora's tent to
see if the girl needed attention. Cora said she was not ill, but just a
little nervous after the excitement through which she had passed.

"Then get a good rest, my dear," urged Mrs. Livingston. "You may take late
sleep leave to-morrow morning if you wish. Miss Scott may bring you a
tray. You need not get out of bed."

Cora, muttered some unintelligible word of thanks to the Chief Guardian
who immediately left the tent to attend to other duties. Instead of making
the announcement that she had promised for the dinner hour, Mrs.
Livingston later in the evening visited the campfire about which the
greater part of the camp had assembled and there she told the girls what
she had to say. It was in reference to what had occurred on the previous
evening.

"I take pleasure, young ladies," she said, "in informing you that for
heroic conduct in the face of great peril, Miss Harriet Burrell has been
awarded five honors. She will add five more beads to her string
to-morrow."

Harriet blushed.

"How much doeth thhe get for the thoup?" interjected Tommy, which sent the
girls into screams of merriment.

Mrs. Livingston smiled tolerantly.

"And our new Camp Girl, Miss Jane McCarthy for distinguished services,
which also undoubtedly saved four girls from serious even if not fatal
results, also will increase her string of beads by five."

"What, five wooden beads all in a bunch!" demanded Jane.

"Yes."

"Hurrah! I'd rather have them than a rope of pearls and I'm just daffy
over those things. I've got a string of them at home that would make your
head whirl, Mrs. Livingston. Come over to Meadow-Brook and I'll show them
to you."

"Miss McCarthy, try to choose your words more carefully. Slang also should
be avoided."

"Slang? Why I cut out slang two years ago," exclaimed the girl, earnestly.

It was not long afterwards that the girls began moving toward their
sleeping quarters. Jane accompanied Harriet with a hand resting gently on
her shoulder, both girls pausing at the entrance to the tent, the interior
of which was in darkness. Patricia already was in bed, an early hour for
her to retire, Harriet thought. Cora appeared to be sleeping, too, though
there was no sound of breathing from her cot.

Harriet undressed, keeping very quiet so as not to awaken the sleepers,
then putting on her wrapper and her slippers ran out to her bed of pine
boughs and tucked herself in.

"Oh, this is heavenly!" breathed Harriet.

The Meadow-Brook girl did not know when she went to sleep. Slumber stole
over her unawares. Her sudden awakening however was both startling and
abrupt.

Without moving, Harriet lay still, though a thrill had run through her.
She knew the reason for that thrill. A distinct growl had brought her
wide-awake.

"Mercy! What is it?" she breathed, looking from side to side without
making a movement that would cause the slightest sound.

A faint scratching noise to the right of her attracted her attention in
that direction. The shadows were deep on that side. Harriet at first was
able to make out nothing there, but she knew something was at work close
by and believed it to be some sort of an animal. Most girls would have
screamed under similar conditions. Harriet Burrell did not. She lay
perfectly still listening, with every faculty on the alert.

The scratching stopped instantly she had moved a little to get a better
view of the spot where she had heard the noise. Now came heavy breathing.

"What can it be?" whispered the girl. "I--I wish I had my shoes on--no I
don't, I shouldn't ran if I had. But I'll see if I can Blip my slippers on
in case I do have to run," she decided wisely.

The first movement toward putting on the slippers, which lay on the cot
within easy reach of her hand, caused a commotion in the shadows. There
was a sudden movement, a half growl, then silence.

Harriet lay absolutely motionless. Her breathing was scarcely perceptible.
Some animal lurched out of the shadows and for a moment stood with ears
pricked up. It was almost between the girl and the campfire.

"Oh, pshaw! It's a big dog," she said aloud. She did not stop to consider
that it would be rather unusual to find a dog prowling about their camp so
far from all human habitation. Her words, however, appeared to have a most
startling effect on the "dog." The animal suddenly gathered itself into a
ball and leaped swiftly away, halting not more than twenty feet from where
Harriet Burrell lay. Then she saw that which sent a fresh thrill through
her.

The animal was now standing squarely between herself and the campfire,
giving the girl a clear outline view of it. She saw with wide-open eyes
that it was not a dog.

"A bear!" she gasped.

Harriet uttered a shrill scream that was heard all over the camp. It was
not exactly a cry of fear. Rather was it intended to arouse the camp. The
scream served the purpose. It aroused the camp. Likewise did it arouse Mr.
Bruin. The bear started away at first at a swift amble which had increased
to a gallop by the time Harriet had drawn on her slippers and leaped from
the cot.

Without thought of fear the girl ran stumbling along after the galloping
beast. Guardians and girls were rushing from the tents on all sides,
crying out to know what had happened. They saw Harriet running, before
they caught sight of the strange beast that was making such strenuous
efforts to get away. When they did catch sight of Mr. Bruin as he dashed
past the fire, there was a chorus of shrieks that not only awakened Jasper
whose tent was some distance further to the north than the last tent of
the row occupied by the girls, but brought him out without his boots on.
Jasper was no coward. He was more afraid of the Camp Girls than of any
animal that inhabited the Pocono Woods. Armed with an axe Jasper, his
whiskers standing out almost at right angles to his body, charged on the
camp. He had no idea what had occurred, but he knew it must be something
very serious to cause the frightful uproar that now came from all sides.

Harriet continued right on. The bear, seeing the girls ahead of him, and
being frightened by their screams, turned tail and took the back trail. By
that time Harriet had reached the fire. She snatched up a burning brand.
She was upon the bear before it realized its peril. Harriet seeing it so
close to her thought the bear was chasing her. She struck out with the
burning fagot with all the force of a muscular arm. The burning stick hit
the bear on the nose.

A frightful howl of pain followed. Harriet leaped back amazed at her own
courage. Perhaps some of it was impulse. She decided next day that it must
have been that. Then a new sound reached her ears.

"Oh, mercy on us! Trouble, trouble!" yelled Crazy Jane. With one rung from
a broken chair that Jane had picked up and tucked under her cot for
emergencies, she came charging down the street just in time to see Harriet
give Mr. Bruin the rap on the nose. It was then she uttered the
exclamation that Harriet heard.

Jane was rushing toward the bear from the rear, while Harriet was also
attacking it from the rear, while Jasper stood some distance from the
nearest girl, which in this case was Crazy Jane. Guardians were crying out
to Harriet and Jane to run. They did run, toward the intruder, rather than
away from the beast. Bruin became confused. He was a young bear. An older
or more wary animal might not have ventured into the camp where it knew
there were human beings as this bear's scent surely must have told it.
Perhaps it scented something good to eat. It was in a panic at the present
moment and went into a worse one after a rap from the hard wood chair rung
in the hands of Crazy Jane McCarthy. Jane was doing a great deal of
shouting, too. The two girls continued to chase the beast around the
campfire. Jasper was bearing down on them, having discovered where the
trouble lay.

"Run, you kids! It's a b'ar!" he yelled. "No, hold him till I git thar."

"Yes, we'll hold him," flung back Jane.

Just at this moment Harriet struck the bear's hip with the torch. There
was a sizzle of hair. Uttering a terrifying growl of fright Bruin suddenly
straightened out and took the direct trail for the stream.

"Hold him! I told ye to hold him!" roared Jasper.

"Oh, listen to the man!" gasped Jane.

Jasper seeing that the beast was going to cross the stream, ran on an
oblique line hoping to head the animal off. In his excitement he hurled
his axe through the air, the tool falling short of its mark by several
yards.

Harriet Burrell was still on the trail, her slippers left behind her, her
bare feet scarcely touching the ground.

"Look out for the creek!" shouted Jasper.

Harriet in her excitement did not heed what he was saying. The bear, after
a brief hesitation on the bank before jumping, landed in the creek with a
splash. Then a few seconds later there came a second splash. Harriet
uttered a little cry of alarm as she felt herself going into the creek and
cried out again when the cold water enveloped her.

By this time the bear was scrambling up the opposite bank. A few seconds
later he was leaping into the depths of the forest, his back humped,
looking in the half light like a great round black ball.

Jane hearing the splashes knew instantly what had occurred to both the
bear and Harriet. She also knew that she was going to land in the creek,
too. With quick presence of mind Crazy Jane threw herself on her back and
went slipping and sliding into the stream feet first. She landed with a
splash, and sat down heavily on the bottom of the stream.




CHAPTER XXIII

HARRIET'S GRAVE MISTAKE


"Is that you, Jane?" cried Harriet, splashing toward the spot where the
third splash had been heard.

Jane gazed about her in comical dismay.

"Oh, what a mess! A frisky gasoline buggy never stirred up so much trouble
for a poor girl. Where is he?" she asked.

"Lost in the woods," answered Harriet, laughing as she swam toward her
companion. "Get out of the water."

"I'm going to. Is it over my head?"

"I guess not unless you lie down flat in it. Oh, Jasper! Please lend a
hand to Miss McCarthy. The bank is steep."

"Girls! are you crazy!" It was the voice of the Chief Guardian that
greeted the two as they emerged from the water.

"No, Mrs. Livingston, but the bear is," chuckled Jane.

"That b'ar never'll show up around these parts again," averred Jasper.

"Come to my quarters, girls," commanded Miss Partridge, suddenly
discovering that both girls were wet and shivering. After dry wrappers
had been furnished them, they returned to their own tents, Harriet to
resume her outdoor nap which had been interrupted by the visiting bear.
Harriet first entered her tent to get another blanket. She struck a match
to assist her in finding it Patricia lay in bed wide awake. She was
regarding Harriet angrily.

"Hasn't Miss Kidder come in yet?" asked Harriet, observing that Cora's cot
was unoccupied.

"You don't see her, do you?"

"No."

"Then she hasn't."

"Thank you," answered Harriet sweetly, blowing out the light and going
out. She was smiling an amused smile at the snappiness of Patricia Scott.
She puzzled a little over the fact that Cora had not yet come in. However,
the camp had been so upset that many of the girls were still talking in
their darkened tents, unable to go to sleep. It was possible that Cora
might still be visiting somewhere on the grounds. Harriet did at that
moment recall the conversation that she had recently overheard between
Patricia and Cora. She was exhausted after her bear hunt and dropped off
to sleep quickly after getting into bed.

In the morning Harriet ran into the tent to wash and dress. Patricia
yawned, then turned over without opening her eyes. Harriet glanced quickly
at Cora Kidder's cot. The clothes had been tumbled about and the pillow
patted down, but Harriet saw instantly that the bed had not been slept in
that night. Then all at once a thought came to Harriet. Cora had gone to
the dance at "The Pines" with Mr. Collier. She had not returned, though it
was now broad daylight. The thought made Harriet Burrell gasp. If the
Chief Guardian were to know of this, the girl would be dismissed in
disgrace for flagrant disobedience of camp regulations. A great wave of
pity for the lawless girl welled up in Harriet's heart. It made her very
unhappy. The young Meadow-Brook girl went about her dressing almost
without realizing what she was doing. She walked to the cook tent in much
the same frame of mind. Her companions noted her abstraction and commented
upon it. They joked with her about her midnight chase after a bear.
Harriet scarcely smiled, though she tried to hide her unhappiness that
morning.

"Where is Miss Kidder?" asked Miss Partridge as they were seating
themselves at the table.

"She was not feeling quite well last evening," explained the Chief
Guardian. "She did not come in to dinner. I told her to take a late sleep
this morning. How is Miss Kidder feeling this morning, Miss Burrell?"

"I--I don't know," stammered Harriet.

"She is not coming in to breakfast, then?"

"I--I be--lieve not."

Harriet's heart was thumping wildly. It seemed to her that a great gulf
yawned before her and that she was about to plunge into it. Mrs.
Livingston was speaking again. Her voice sounded far away to Harriet.

"Will you take a breakfast tray to her when you return to your tent, Miss
Burrell?" asked the Chief Guardian.

"I will take it to the tent, Mrs. Livingston," faltered Harriet.

"If Miss Kidder is not feeling well this morning, kindly come and tell me.
I will see her myself."

"Very well," hastily answered the girl.

Glancing up she saw Miss Partridge's gaze fixed inquiringly upon her. A
sudden revulsion of feeling swept over Harriet. She realized what she had
done. She wanted to scream out that she had deceived them. A look of
terror leaped into her eyes. Miss Partridge saw the expression, as did
Miss Elting from the other end of the table. It was quite evident that
none of the guardians knew that Patricia Scott had slept in Harriet's
tent that night. Harriet glancing quickly at Patricia saw that she was
sitting with eyes fixed on her plate calmly eating her breakfast. There
was a half smile on the lips of Patricia. For the moment Harriet was
filled with anger. Anger again gave place to horror over her deception.

Miss Partridge was still looking at Harriet with a pained expression in
her eyes.

"Oh, she suspects me," thought Harriet. "What shall I do?"

After breakfast the girl summoned all her will to her aid, waited calmly
until the tray for Cora had been prepared, then with trembling hands
carried it to her tent. Just before reaching her quarters Harriet saw a
slim figure clad in a raincoat with head completely enveloped by a hood
dart into the tent. And when Harriet stepped inside, there was Cora tucked
under the quilts apparently asleep.

"Oh!" Harriet gave a little cry of amazement. She wondered for the moment
if she had been dreaming, if Cora had not been there all the time. Harriet
then recalled that a moment before she had seen some one entering her
quarters from the rear of the tent. A bit of sleeve observable at the edge
of the blanket told her that Cora was fully dressed, not in her uniform
but in a blue evening gown that Harriet had seen among Miss Kidder's
personal effects.

"Why did you wake me up?" demanded Cora petulantly, opening her eyes.

"I beg your pardon," answered Harriet coldly. "Here is a tray that Mrs.
Livingston asked me to take to you."

"Put it on the chair. I wish you would go out and leave me. I don't feel
like talking. If any girl comes here ask her to stay out of the tent for
the next half hour. I'm going to get up and dress soon."

Harriet set the tray down and walked from the tent. Her heart was heavy on
account of the deception she had practised. Her pride had been wounded,
too. Did Cora Kidder think her so stupid as not to know what had been
going on? Then the next thought was one of remorse that she had deceived
Miss Partridge and Mrs. Livingston.

"My offense is as great as theirs," accused Harriet.

At that juncture her attention was attracted to a girl running toward her.
It was Crazy Jane. Harriet walked away from the tent. Jane came up with
her a few yards further on.

"Harriet, what is the matter?" she demanded, bending a keen glance into
the face of Harriet Burrell.

"Oh, Jane. I'm so unhappy," replied Harriet sadly.

"Tell me all about it darling" begged Jane soothingly, linking an arm
within that of her companion, leading her farther into the woods.

"Oh, yes, I will tell you. I must tell you. I am bursting, I shall go mad
if I do not tell some one. But Jane, you must keep secret what I tell you.
You must promise me that."

"If it's your secret, I'll promise. If it isn't, I won't promise."

Harriet regarded her companion steadily for a moment.

"I must tell you," she whispered. Then, haltingly, at first, Harriet told
Jane that Cora Kidder had slipped away in the night and gone to the dance
at "The Pines." There could be no doubt of it. Jane learned from Harriet
of the conversation that she had overheard, was reminded of the visit of
Mr. Collier the day before and was made acquainted with Cora's return to
the tent while the Camp Girls were at their breakfast, a time when one
might be certain of finding the camp clear of prying eyes.

Jane's face wore a serious expression.

"You say his sister went with them?"

"That was the plan. But, oh, Jane, I am suspected of treachery. I know
Miss Partridge and Miss Elting suspected that I was deceiving them this
morning. I didn't mean to, but I just couldn't see Cora disgraced and sent
home. Don't you see what it would have meant to her?"

Jane regarded her thoughtfully.

"Cora doesn't like you, Harriet. She and Patricia are your enemies, but I
don't know why. I have wondered if those two girls didn't have something
to do with that soup affair. Do you know that Cora came into the cook tent
from the front just as you sat down that night?"

"Yes, I know she did. She helped to haze me that night too. And--and--oh,
Jane, don't betray her, but I overheard Cora and Patricia talking the
other night. Words were dropped that left no doubt in my mind that Cora
had done that awful thing."

"Spoiling the soup?"

"Yes."

"The miserable sneak!" exploded Jane. "Let me tell her!" Jane sprang up.
Her face was flushed, her eyes snapping.

"Oh, no, no, no! She isn't to blame. It is Patricia, who is so vengeful,
and Cora is so weak. She has been influenced by the other girl. Oh, you
mustn't, you mustn't say a word to her! Promise me that you will not."

"I'd like to tell her what I think of her," breathed Jane in a low, tense
voice, shaking a clenched first "Oh, wouldn't I like to."

"You must keep out of it. I must suffer for my deception. Oh, Jane, I
can't stay here after this. I never shall be able to look any of them in
the face after this. Go away now and let me think."

Jane left her companion abruptly. On her way back toward the campfire she
saw Miss Partridge hurrying to Cora's tent. The Assistant Chief Guardian
remained inside but a few moments after which she was seen returning,
walking with less haste. Harriet stole into the forest that she might be
alone.

Miss Partridge, satisfied that all was well with Cora was puzzling her
mind as to what had so disturbed Harriet, when Jane seeing her return,
acted upon a sudden impulse and hurried to Cora Kidder's tent. She paused
in the doorway. Cora was in her wrapper, looking as if she had just gotten
up.

"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, turning on Jane.

"I want to talk with you."

"Please go away and let me alone."

"Where were you last night?" Jane flung the question at her without
warning. Cora flushed to the roots of her hair. Jane saw that her hands
trembled too.

"Is there no such thing as privacy in this camp?" flared Cora.

"Yes, for those who are entitled to it."

Cora drew herself up, enraged past all endurance.

"Steady there! Steady! I know where you were last night. I know you went
to 'The Pines' with that Collier chap. Oh, I know all about it, and what's
more, you went with him alone."

"I didn't. His sister was with us. She came back with us, and----"

Crazy Jane threw back her head and laughed softly.

"Thanks, darlin'," she chuckled. "Confession is good for a guilty soul."

"Oh!" gasped Cora Kidder, realizing that she had confessed, that Jane had
trapped her into the confession. Then she burst forth angrily.

"It's that hateful Harriet Burrell! I might have known it. She has been
spying on me all the time. I hate her! I hate her! Oh, how I hate her! I
could claw her eyes out, and----"

"Softly, my darlin', softly!"

"I don't care. I'm going anyway. I'll have Jasper take me to the train
to-day. I don't want to stay here with such sneaks following me and spying
on everything I do. You're no better than the rest. I suppose she's told
Mrs. Livingston, I suppose every girl in the camp knows about it by this
time. I haven't done anything of which I'm ashamed."

"Oh, yes, you have," interjected Jane quickly. "Harriet has not told the
Chief. Cora Kidder, sit down there and listen to me; listen to the story
of the finest bit of loyalty that any girl ever heard."

"I won't! Get out of my tent!"

"Sit down there. Harriet Burrell has not told any one."

"She told you; you know she did!"

"I had to drag it out of her. Then she tried to make me promise I wouldn't
tell the Chief Guardian."

"And you will? You'll give me away?"

"You have given yourself away, Cora. Now that I've had it from your own
lips I am free to tell whom I please. But I think you are going to tell
Mrs. Livingston yourself."

"Never!" with a stamp of the foot.

"Listen! Harriet Burrell deceived them this morning. When they asked her
about you she led them to believe that you were sleeping. She was trying
to protect you. She did wrong. I shouldn't have done it if you had been as
mean to me as you have to her. Oh, my stars! what a girl!"

Cora Kidder opened her eyes. She regarded Crazy Jane wonderingly.

"She knew all the time that you were planning to go to the dance, but she
never said a word to any one, though it most broke her precious heart to
think you would do such a thing. Last night when she came in here after we
had chased the bear, she found you gone. Patricia was mean to her when she
asked about you. This morning when she came in to dress, you weren't here.
She saw that your bed hadn't been slept in. Then she knew. She was very
unhappy. When they asked her about you this morning at breakfast Harriet
avoided the questions and gave Mrs. Livingston indirect answers. She even
brought a tray to you to keep up the deception. Now do you realize what
that means to a girl like Harriet? The moment she gave a second thought to
what she had done she was horrified. There isn't a more unhappy girl in
the world than Harriet Burrell at this minute."

"Oh!" exclaimed Cora weakly.

"That isn't all. She knows more about you than this, even if this weren't
enough."

"What does she know?" demanded Miss Kidder with a violent start, the color
leaving her face suddenly.

"She knows you and Patricia were in that hazing affair. Then she knew
something worse than that. She knows that you were the one who spoiled the
consommé and lost the 'honor' bead for her."

Cora sat down heavily on the edge of the cot. Her eyes were wide with
terror.

"She--she knows?"

"Yes. And I shouldn't be surprised if she knew more. She isn't the girl to
tell all she knows. Now, what are you going to do about it, Cora Kidder?"

"Oh, I don't know," moaned the unhappy girl, burying her face in the
pillows, her shoulders rising and falling with her smothered sobs.

Jane watched her in silence. There was an expression of compassion in the
eyes of Crazy Jane. Finally she rose and stepped softly to the cot. Cora
was aroused by a gentle touch on her shoulder.

"Dearie!" murmured Crazy Jane soothingly.

"Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do?" moaned Cora.

"Go straight to Mrs. Livingston and tell her everything. Do not spare
yourself, nor Patricia, for she is the one who is to blame. She has been
using you to avenge what she thinks are her own private wrongs. Tell it
all, and set right that noble girl who has protected you, and who has
gotten herself into an awful mess in doing so. Cora will you do it?"

"I can't, I can't," moaned Cora.

"Then I will do it myself," warned Jane, withdrawing her hand sharply.

"No, no, no! Don't! I'll do it. I'll go. I'll tell her everything. I don't
care what she does to me. I just can't stand this! Oh, I never thought
there were such people in the world! I'll go to Mrs. Livingston to-night,
and----"

"Not to-night. Go, now, Cora. You can't tell what might happen between
this and to-night."

"Yes, I'll go," was the faint reply. A veil seemed to fall from before the
eyes of Cora Kidder. She saw herself as she had never done before, saw her
own unworthiness, saw how she had been led to commit acts that were
foreign to her real nature. She wondered how she ever could have been so
blind. Cora rose and hurriedly began doing up her hair. Jane gave the girl
an encouraging pat on the shoulder and slipped from the tent without
another word.

"What a mess, oh what a fine mess," muttered Crazy Jane, swinging into a
long stride as she started for the other end of the camp.




CHAPTER XXIV

CONCLUSION


"Miss Burrell, can you come to my tent?" asked Mrs. Livingston as Harriet
was seen slowly returning to camp.

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Livingston, I want to come. I must speak with you." There
was an agony of appeal in her voice. "I deceived you. You must know that I
did," she burst out after they had reached the Chief Guardian's quarters.

"Sit down, my dear. I know something is wrong. I felt sure you would come
to me and tell me all about it. Now calm yourself, and tell me why you are
so unhappy."

Harriet did so, explaining as clearly as she could that she had deceived
the Chief Guardian that morning in leading her to believe that Cora was in
her tent when she was not there at all. Little by little Mrs. Livingston
drew from the penitent Harriet her reasons for having led them to believe
that Cora was in her tent taking a morning rest after the indisposition of
the previous evening. But when the Guardian asked where Cora had been,
Harriet begged so piteously to be excused from answering that Mrs.
Livingston did not press the question further.

"I will speak with Miss Kidder," she said. "But, my dear, what do you
think I should do in your case? You have done very wrong."

"Do with me, Mrs. Livingston. Why--why, there is only one thing to
do--send me away! I am not worthy of your consideration. Oh, to think that
I could do such a thing."

"My poor, dear girl!" said the Guardian tenderly. "You have done wrong,
very wrong, but that wrong is tempered with a nobility of soul that is
rare, indeed. I suspect more than you think. I have suspected from little
things that have developed in my investigation that Miss Kidder and Miss
Scott might explain something of the mysterious happenings here that I
have no need to mention. I have believed all along that you at least
suspected. Am I right, Harriet?"

"Two nights ago I learned something that set me to thinking," answered
Harriet weakly. "Oh, you are so good to me! But I couldn't tell you. I
just couldn't," moaned Harriet.

"I understand, my dear. I forgive you for your shortcomings. Sometimes one
is ennobled by being tried by fire. I shall take this matter up
immediately and act promptly."

Harriet left the Chief Guardian's headquarters with a full heart. It was
all she could do to keep the tears back So engrossed was she with her own
thoughts that she did not observe Cora Bidder at the entrance to the tent.
Cora tried to slip in without being seen by any one, but there were too
many keen eyes in Camp Wau-Wau to miss anything that promised excitement
They saw Harriet too, saw that she was unhappy. Crazy Jane smiled as she
noted Cora's entrance to the Chief Guardian's tent.

Cora Kidder remained closeted with Mrs. Livingston for more than an hour.
She was weeping when she emerged. Instead of going to her tent she hurried
out into the forest, in order to be away from the prying eyes and the
questioning of her companions. They saw Patricia summoned to the
Guardian's tent, then shortly afterwards they were amazed to see Jasper
carrying Miss Scott's belongings up the path that led to the log road.
Patricia, with lowered head and downcast eyes, was following a short
distance behind him. What could it all mean? There was no answer to their
eager questioning. Hazel, Margery and Tommy were searching anxiously for
Harriet. They found her just as she was returning to her tent.

"Oh, what is it? What is it?" begged Margery.

"I can't tell you, dears," answered Harriet.

"I have been unhappy, but now I am so happy and so sad. Don't ask me,
please don't."

They did not press her further, but they clung closely to her, walking
beside her, Tommy clinging to a hand on one side, Margery and Hazel on the
other as the four Meadow-Brook Girls walked slowly toward the cook tent.
An oppressive silence hovered over the ordinarily merry party as they
seated themselves at the tables. Cora sat pale and motionless. Patricia's
place was vacant. No sooner had grace been said than Cora rose.

"May I speak, Mrs. Livingston?"

"Yes, my dear."

"Girls," began Cora. "I have a confession to make. I have been a
despicable creature." Her voice faltered. For a few seconds she threatened
to break down entirely, "I have proven myself unfit to associate with good
girls like yourselves. I might never have known what a miserable
contemptible girl I was had it not been for one girl who by her beautiful
spirit of forgiveness showed me to myself in my true light. It was I who
hazed Miss Burrell and Miss Thompson, or who was one of the leaders in
that hazing; it was I who spoiled the soup and tucked the soap into the
cooking kit of Miss Burrell. Then worse than all I deceived Mrs.
Livingston by going to 'The Pines' to the dance last night with Mr.
Collier and his sister One girl knew I had gone. She had every reason to
hate me as I thought I hated her. But she did not speak. Instead, she
protected me. She got herself into difficulties in trying to do so. I
might never have known what she had done for me, for she was too noble to
speak of it to me, had not Jane McCarthy come to me and told me the whole
miserable truth. It was then that I saw my real self for the first time in
my life. I went to Mrs. Livingston and told her all. Another girl was sent
from the camp, sent home disgraced. I was told that I might stay. I don't
know why, for I also deserve to be sent away. I now wish you girls to say
whether or not I shall go. If, after Mrs. Livingston has told you all that
I cannot tell, you think I ought to go, as I feel I should, I will do so,
knowing that you are right."

Mrs. Livingston rapped sharply on the table.

"Miss Kidder wishes an expression from her companions," she said in the
matter of fact tone of a presiding officer. "Any who believe that she
should be dismissed, will please rise."

Not a girl moved, scarcely a breath was heard.

"All in favor of her remaining will please rise."

Every girl in the room sprang to her feet. Mrs. Livingston smiled, a
smile of happy satisfaction. Cora Kidder stood pale and trembling. She
stepped forward until she was facing Harriet Burrell, whose face was as
pale as her own.

"Ha-arriet! Can you forgive me?"

"I--I think I forgave you long ago, Cora, for I knew that it was not
yourself. I, too, was at fault. I think my fault was the greater of the
two," answered Harriet steadily, sweeping the tense faces of her
companions in a slow glance. "Shall we agree to let 'bygones be bygones'
and be friends."

A moment later the two girls' hands met in a firm clasp.

"Come, girls!" admonished the voice of the Chief Guardian. "Our dinner is
getting cold."

A new era in Camp Wau-Wau dated from that moment. The following days were
the happiest that the Chief Guardian and the Camp Girls remembered to have
passed in camp. The Meadow-Brook Girls were not the only ones to profit by
their experiences there, and they will be heard from again in the next
volume entitled: "THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY; Or, The Exciting
Tramp of the Young Pathfinders." It is a splendid narrative of the doings
and the adventures of these wide-awake girls.


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