xhaustion.

No one knew that she had gone out, and she never told any one,
not even Nyoda. It was not that she was afraid to tell Nyoda
that she had broken bounds, but the whole experience seemed so
unreal to her that she did not see how she could ever explain it
at all. She knew it was not her fault and at the same time she
knew that she would never do it again, and so it remained a
secret. In fact, in a few days she was not at all sure that she
had not dreamed the whole thing--except for her shoulder, which
was lame for a week.

The morning after Sahwah's nocturnal journey the camp was thrown
into consternation by the discovery that Nyoda's sweater was
gone. The last time she remembered having it was coming home
from Blueberry Island, when she had given it to Sherry to hold
while she unpacked the cups from the canoes. This was the first
thing of value that had been taken, but it might not be the last,
and Nyoda was really worried. Sahwah's fine furs were in a trunk
in the shack, along with the rest of her presents, and she
remembered with a start that Sahwah had shown them all to the
boys when they were over. Since yesterday a distrust of Ed
Roberts sprang up in her mind, and she wondered if there could be
any connection between his determined hanging around the camp and
the disappearance of the articles. Might not the taking of the
unimportant things at first be a deliberate blind? Calling
Sahwah she made her put all the things from Canada in the trunk
and locked it securely, after first weighting it down with stones
so that it could not be carried away bodily by less than six men.

A short time later Sahwah came in in a high state of excitement.
Her bathing suit was gone! Here was trouble indeed. Sahwah would
have been sorry if the furs had been stolen, but it would not
have roused her half so much as the taking of her bathing suit.
Sahwah without a bathing suit was like a horse without a head.
"I'm going to sit up all night and watch," she declared.

"We'll all sit up, I think," said Nyoda. "If the thief comes
again he'll find a bivouac." Accordingly that night they all
stayed up, sitting in the shadow of the shack. The tents were
plainly visible in the moonlight. The place was as calm and
still as a churchyard, and did not look as if it could be the
scene of such mysterious doings. Hour after hour passed and
nothing happened. The thief had evidently changed his mind
to-night. The girls yawne