o it. I
don't want to be found out for what I already have done and be sent home.
What would I do? Oh, what would I do?"

Patricia gave her a withering glance.

"What you need is backbone. You haven't any more courage than a two-year
old child. What ails you?"

"You say I haven't any courage," answered Cora hotly. "I'll show you
whether I have or not. What do you want me to do?" she demanded,
straightening up to her full height and looking Patricia squarely in the
eyes.

"That's the way to talk, dear," nodded Patricia. "Let's take a walk.
Forget the mean things I just said to you, but I had to do it to put some
spunk into you."

"There comes that Margery girl," exclaimed Cora.

"Don't mind her. She wouldn't see the side of a house if it were set up
right in front of her. I can't say as much for that perfectly impossible
Grace Thompson. She is as sharp as she can be, and she isn't afraid to
speak right out before everybody. Didn't you see how she held her ground
last night when most of the others ran away."

"Oh, she was in the secret. She knew all about it," answered Cora Kidder.

"That's where you make a mistake. She didn't. Didn't you see how
frightened she was at first?"

Cora shook her head.

"You must keep your eyes open," advised Patricia. "You've gone too far to
take any chances; that is, any more than you have to take. She was going
to run, then she held herself steady by sheer grit. I don't like her, I
don't like any of them, but I know real courage when I see it and she
showed it last night."

"Harriet knew, though?"

"Oh, yes; she was in the game. Of course she was. It was a shame. She
ought to be put out of the camp. She will be. There isn't room here for
her and me."

Patricia linked an arm in that of Cora's, walking away to a spot where
they might be more by themselves. There were too many girls passing back
and forth now to make prudent a discussion such as was theirs.

A good part of the afternoon found Harriet Burrell in the kitchen of the
cook tent. Harriet was trying to win an "honor" by making soup. By making
five standard soups consecutively she would win another bead, provided
the soups were favorably received by the Camp Wau-Wau Girls.

Harriet's first day in the kitchen resulted in more confusion than the
kitchen had known that season. It seemed that everything was misplaced.
The dinner was late that night, but the soup was excellent. The other
girls in the kitchen made no com