t the
matter too seriously, and merely said, "Stay near me all day and
I don't think he will act that way."

There were sixteen of them altogether and only seven canoes,
counting the _Keewaydin_, so one canoe had to carry four. When
Nyoda got in with Sherry, Gladys got in right after her, and Ed
Roberts, who was trying to get a canoe for himself, either had to
get in also or let some one else have the place. He chose the
former and was placed as bow paddler with his back to the others
and Nyoda between him and Gladys.

The day was perfect and every one in high spirits. The berries
were thick on the Island and the baskets were filled with little
trouble. Gladys kept close to Nyoda. After a courteous greeting
she had paid no further attention to Ed, and during the picking
he stayed in the background, sulky and chagrined. When the
berries were picked Gladys went to help Nyoda make the blueberry
pudding, which was to crown the feast. Sherry sought out Ed
Roberts. "You big boob," he said, "why don't you take that
Gladys girl away from Miss Kent and keep her entertained? She's
sticking so close beside her I have no chance to talk at all.
Where are your manners, anyway, leaving her without a partner?"
Ed looked at him sourly, and then he brightened at the prospect
of having Sherry for an ally.

"If you can manage to lose her somewhere near me I'd be
delighted," he said. But Gladys steadfastly refused to be "lost"
and Nyoda was constantly requiring her assistance, so the two
were never very far away from each other.

Sahwah and Ned were having a glorious time. He was teaching her
to shoot her rifle and she was proving a very apt pupil indeed,
hitting the paper three times out of five the first round. Not
so Hinpoha, who was also being taught. She took aim with her
left eye and pulled the trigger with her right hand and the
result was that she could not even hit the tree on which the
paper was fastened. She screwed her face up into a frightful
grimace and turned her head away when she fired, as if she
expected the explosion to blow her head off. But Ned gallantly
assured her that she would be a good shot in time and never made
one remark about "the way girls do such things." Hinpoha
persisted until she had hit the paper once and then left to put
her slumgullion over the fire, assisted by Lane Allen, who had
followed her around since the first night he visited the camp.

Soon dinner was ready and the hungry c