sult,
greeted them with the Wo-he-lo song. Zara, especially, seemed delighted.

"I felt so bad that I cried when I thought you were going to be beaten,"
she said. "Oh, Bessie, I'm glad you won! And I bet it was because you
were on board."

Bessie laughed.

"You'd better not let Dolly hear you say that," she said. "I didn't have
a thing to do with it, Zara. It was all Dolly's cleverness that won that
race."

"I'm awfully glad you're back, Bessie. I've had the strangest feeling
this afternoon--as if someone were watching me."

Bessie grew grave at once. Although she never shared them, she had grown
chary of laughing at Zara's premonitions and feelings. They had been
justified too often by what happened after she spoke of them.

"What do you mean, dear!" she asked. "I don't see how anyone could be
around without being seen. It's very open."

"I don't know, but I've had the feeling, I'm sure of that. It's just as
if someone had known exactly what I was doing, as long as I was out here
on the beach. But when I went into the tent, it stopped. That made me
feel that I must be right."

"Well, maybe you're mistaken, Zara. You know we've had so many strange
things happen to us lately that it would be funny if it hadn't made you
nervous. You're probably imagining this."

Though Bessie tried thus to disarm Zara's suspicions, she was by no
means easy in her own mind. She felt that it would be a good thing to
induce Zara to forget her presentiment, or feeling, or whatever it was,
if she could. But, just the same, she determined to be on her guard, and
she spoke to Dolly.

"She's a queer case, that Zara," said Dolly, with a little shiver. "If
any other girl I knew said anything like that, I'd just laugh at her.
But Zara's different, somehow. She seems sort of mysterious. Perhaps
it's just because she's a foreigner--I don't know."

"I spoke to you so that we could be on the lookout, Dolly. And I guess
we'd better not say anything to anyone else. I think a lot of the girls
would laugh at Zara if they knew that she had such ideas."

Bessie and Dolly managed to find occasion to cover most of the beach
before supper, and they went up to the spring at the top of the bluff
that overlooked the beach. The water had been piped down, and there was
no longer any need of carrying pails up there to get water, but it was
still a pleasant little walk, for the view from the top of the path was
delightful. And Bessie and Dolly remembered