Part 8 (1/2)

Two hours later they reached camp, and Hinpoha began calling around for Migwan, but there was no sign of her. ”Are you sure she isn't hiding about the camp to surprise us?” asked Hinpoha hopefully. Sahwah seized the bugle and blew the call which meant, ”Come at once, no matter what you are doing,” but there was no answer. Thoroughly frightened, they started back on the trail, meeting Nyoda and Medmangi just coming in. At the story of Migwan's disappearance Nyoda immediately planned a search.

But first of all she insisted on the girls eating their supper.

Then she reminded them that they had walked fifteen miles that day and most of them needed rest. Hinpoha stoutly maintained that she was as fresh as a May morning and declared she would walk all night to find Migwan. ”What if she never comes back!”

she wailed. Her knees gave way under her at the thought and she sank down at Nyoda's feet, her head on her arms.

”Of course she'll come back,” said Nyoda confidently, but her heart was like water within her. These girls were all in her charge for the summer and she was responsible for their welfare.

What had become of Migwan? The party that finally started out were Nyoda, Hinpoha, Sahwah and the man who had watched the camp while the girls were away, who drove his wagon along the roadway and let the girls ride in turn. They explored the woods back to where the two paths emerged from the thicket, calling and searching with lanterns. All to no purpose. They went over every inch of the path down which Migwan had disappeared. Now Migwan, in coming through, had strayed off the path, which was very hard to follow, and the place where she had gone over the edge was at least twenty feet from the true path. The searchers therefore did not find the evidence of her fall, and as the time when they stood there and called to her corresponded with the time when Migwan lay in a dead faint, she made no response, and they pa.s.sed on.

The night wore on and the searchers grew more and more alarmed.

Hinpoha dissolved in tears and declared she just couldn't live without Migwan. Nyoda tried to comfort her with all sorts of cheering possibilities, but her own heart was troubled and anxious. They retraced their route back to the place where they had camped the night before, but found nothing. Then, discouraged and panic-stricken, they began to retrace their steps to camp.

Morning light brought a new disclosure. Not only had they lost Migwan somewhere in the great woods, but they themselves were completely off the trail of the day before. At one of the dim cross-roads they had made a misturn, and were now wandering around without the slightest notion of where they were going.

”Well, I'll be jiggered,” said the man with the wagon. ”I thought I knew these here woods pretty well, but I'm blamed if I know where we are now. Everything looks turned around; I'd swear now, that that was the west over there, yet there is the sun a-risin'

as big as life. I'm plumb addled!”

They advanced uncertainly, looking closely for the red-marked trees of the hike. ”This road looks as if it went somewhere,”

said Hinpoha. They stuck to the road for a while but soon saw a sign board reading, ”Cambridge, 7 miles.” Cambridge was a town lying exactly in the opposite direction from Loon Lake.

Bewildered, they turned back and Hinpoha left the main road and followed a narrow path that led into the woods. Wearily Nyoda walked after her. She was at her wits' end.

”It's no use, Hinpoha,” she said sadly. ”This path isn't any better than the road. We never went through this gully on the hike.”

”Still, it might lead to one we know,” answered Hinpoha, and they kept on. The path seemed endless, and was hard to walk in, for it was on the side of a hill.

”Let's turn back,” pleaded Nyoda. ”We're only wasting our strength without getting anywhere.”

”Maybe we had better,” answered Hinpoha in a discouraged tone.

Just then the path turned sharply, and as they rounded the corner they came upon a figure sitting in the long gra.s.s. ”Migwan!”

cried Nyoda, and stood as if petrified. Hinpoha pointed her finger and tried to sing ”O'ertaken,” but burst into tears instead and fell on Migwan's neck. Explanations were soon made and Migwan was carried to the wagon to be petted and fussed over as if she had been lost for a year.

So, wearied but triumphant, the hunting party returned to camp with the trophy of the chase.

CHAPTER V.

IN WHICH A FILM TELLS A TALE.

It was the end of the swimming period and Nyoda was thoroughly exhausted. She had been giving Gladys her first swimming lesson.

It had taken a week to coax the girl into the water at all and nearly another one to get her in over her knees. She showed a perfectly unreasoning terror of the water. In vain did Sahwah dive off the tower and come up safe and sound; in vain did Hinpoha demonstrate how impossible it was to sink if you relaxed.

Gladys doubled up in a tense knot and grew sick with fear, regardless of Nyoda's supporting hand. Finally Nyoda took her farther up the beach, away from the other girls. ”Now, Gladys,”

she said rea.s.suringly, ”do you believe, down deep in your heart, that I would let go of you and let you drown?”

”No,” said Gladys.

”Then,” said Nyoda, ”you come along and let me hold you up while you float.” Gladys swallowed hard and stiffened out like a crowbar; then as a wavelet washed over her face she clutched wildly at Nyoda and put her feet on solid bottom. And so she went on. With inexhaustible patience Nyoda tried again and again to get her to lie out flat on the water, but was compelled to admit at the end of the hour that she had made no progress whatever, for Gladys had not made the slightest effort to control either her muscles or her fears. Nyoda sympathized with her great fear of the water, for she realized that it was a very real thing; but she was disappointed that she had not tried to conquer it.

Her first impression of Gladys bad been borne out by later events. She was vain and silly and shallow; she lacked the good sportsmans.h.i.+p which made the rest of the Winnebagos such successful campers. Of team work she had no idea at all. She wanted to order her day to suit herself, and put on an injured air if one of the girls declined to help her make a stencil when it was time to clean up the tent for inspection. Her corner of the tent was never in order, and as a result the Omegas were getting low marks in inspection, much to their disgust, for the rivalry between the two tents was very keen. Gladys had officially joined the Winnebagos, having come into the group at the last Council Fire as Kamama the b.u.t.terfly. The very name she chose was an ill.u.s.tration of her character. She had no higher ambition than to be a society b.u.t.terfly. Nyoda sighed, but she knew Gladys was not to blame, for she had been brought up in an artificial atmosphere of fas.h.i.+on and sn.o.bbery.