?" he asked. "She vas a hustler, now!" He talked on jovially
all the while he set the bone, and Sahwah stuffed the corners of
the pillow into her mouth so that no sound should escape her.
"Vell, vell," he continued, "dropped a canoe on her funny bone
and kicked herself all de vay across de lake, now. And pushed
anoder lady by de neck! I gif it up! And now, Missis Sahvah," he
said, holding up one finger at her, "you lie on de bed until I
say you should get out. You could get a fever, pushing ladies
around by de neck!"

"_And_ now," he said, looking around, "de lady vot got drowned,
vere is she?" The girls searched through the camp for Gladys, but
she was nowhere to be found, and he was obliged to depart without
seeing her. Far out in the woods Gladys wandered about
distractedly until her anxiety regarding Sahwah drove her back to
camp to face the girls and find out bow she was. Near the tent
she stumbled against something on the ground, and stooping to see
what it was, found the racket on which she had vented her fury
that afternoon. The sight of it nearly made her ill. "I'll get
her another," she resolved, "the best that money can buy. Hers
was only a cheap one, after all."

It was a long time before she could make up her mind to enter the
tent, but she finally crept in, hoping to remain unnoticed and
hear how Sahwah was getting along. Nyoda looked up as she came
in, and pitied her from the bottom of her heart. "Come in,
Gladys," she said softly, and Gladys approached.

"How is--" she began, and then her voice broke.

"Fine and dandy," said Sahwah herself, rather weakly. The fever
that the doctor had predicted was rising, and her lips were dry.
Nyoda feared that the presence of Gladys would excite Sahwah, and
led her out of the tent.

"Now Gladys," she said, sitting down on the steps of the shack,
"I want you to tell me everything that happened this afternoon.
How did it come that you were out in a canoe and had to be
rescued?"

Gladys told a straight story, not sparing herself in the least.
She told about the dreadful mood she had been in that afternoon
after the girls had gone away; how she had broken Sahwah's
racket, and then, filled with a very devil of rebellion, had
taken out one of the canoes. It happened to be the leaky one and
her punishment overtook her swift as the wings of a bird. She
had given up all hope when Sahwah had appeared magically from
somewhere and towed her in, in spite of