d and dozed and wished they were in
bed. Suddenly there was a crashing in the underbrush that made
the girls sit up as if an electric shock had passed through them.
With a rapid snapping of dry twigs and waving of tall grass the
bushes parted and a great St. Bernard puppy dashed up the path to
the tents. Seizing a bath towel that hung on a rope he worried
it for a moment with his jaws and then made off with it in the
direction he had come.

For a moment astonishment held them speechless, then Sahwah broke
into her giggle and they all screamed with laughter. The thought
of the weighted trunk overcame them and they doubled up weakly on
the shack floor. Ten minutes later the puppy was back again,
looking for something else to chew. They drove him off with
switches and he ran yelping with his tail between his legs. He
never came again. "I don't doubt but what we'll find all our
belongings scattered through the woods," said Nyoda. Which was
exactly the case. A search by daylight disclosed all the missing
articles, strewn through the various paths and hollows, all more
or less chewed, but still recognizable. Thus the specter of
suspicion that had been hovering over the camp vanished into thin
air.

In spite of the fact that Gladys had made her feeling toward Ed
Roberts perfectly plain, the nocturnal serenades continued.
Nightly at about half-past nine, they would hear a canoe scrape
on the rocks in the shadow of the great cliff, and then the voice
and the guitar would begin. For fifteen minutes or more the
songs would float up to the occupants of the tents, and then the
serenader would paddle away. The girls never gave any sign of
hearing, but this did not seem to discourage the singer any.
They had ceased to tease Gladys about Ed and were no longer
thrilled at the serenades. The business was getting monotonous.
Nyoda thought of sending word over to the head of the boys' camp
and having him put a stop to it; but this course struck her as
ridiculous and she determined to go down herself the next night
and send Ed about his business.

Accordingly, when the first strains rose from the lake the next
night, she went down the path to the foot of the cliff, while the
girls above listened breathless for what would happen. She saw
the dim figure in the canoe outlined against the tall rock and
crossed the beach toward him. "Roberts!" she called sharply, "Ed
Roberts!" The singer ceased his song at the sound of her vo