s threw them a tow line and off they
went toward the shore. Upon landing they found themselves in a
large summer camp for boys. Boys of every age and size from six
years up to eighteen were swarming around the dock, waiting to
see who the distressed sailors were, and the girls became the
center of interest. The two boys who had brought them in, and who
had introduced themselves as "the Roberts brothers, Ed and Ned,"
called one of the senior Counsellors and told him the trouble,
and he willingly agreed to sell Sahwah and Gladys a quantity of
gasoline. Great interest was aroused when the girls said they
were from Camp Winnebago, for the fame of some of their doings
had gone about the village, and their singing on the lake at
night had been heard by more people than they knew.

"Didn't one of your girls tow in another one with both her arms
broken?" asked one of the boys standing near. Sahwah and Gladys
laughed outright at this version of the story. When Gladys
announced that Sahwah was the heroine in question and she the
nearly drowned maiden a ripple went went through the camp.

"I don't see how you ever did it," said another of the boys,
"you're so little!" Sahwah was sorely tempted to do one of her
famous dives right then and there, only she knew that such an
exhibition would be entirely out of place, and so restrained
herself. It began to rain while they were waiting for the
gasoline and the Counsellor insisted upon their remaining until
it stopped, and took them up into one of the bungalows in which
the boys lived.

Before they left he showed them all over the camp. The boys
lived in little wooden lodges called Senior and Junior Lodges,
the younger ones on one side of the camp and the older ones on
the other. They were divided into three classes according to
their swimming ability, namely, minnows, perch and salmon, and
the different groups had different swimming hours.

"Do you have different grades in swimming, too?" asked Ned
Roberts.

"No," replied Sahwah, "we're all salmon!" Ned looked at Gladys
expressively and Sahwah read his meaning. "Oh, she swims
beautifully now," she said loyally.

"At any rate, I wouldn't have to be rescued any more, even if I
don't classify as a salmon," said Gladys.

Sahwah could not help noticing how much Gladys was at her ease
among these boys. Her eyes sparkled and her lips smiled and she
displayed a lively interest in all that they showed her. One of
the Robe