her broken arm. Gladys's
face was crimson with shame when she told how she had tried to
make Sahwah take her out in the sponson during rest hour, and had
called her a coward because she refused. She told Nyoda
everything except the letter she had written to her father. She
could not bring herself to tell that. It lay on her conscience
like a lump of lead.

Nyoda said very little about the matter and did not upbraid her
at all. She saw that Gladys's sins had come down on her head in
a manner which would make a very deep impression, and that Gladys
would emerge from the experience a sadder and wiser girl.

"I haven't been a very good camper, Nyoda," said Gladys humbly,
"but I'm going to try to be after this."

"I know you will," said Nyoda, putting her arm around her, "and
you are going to succeed, too. And now let's go and see how
Sahwah is."

Sahwah was tossing on the bed and muttering when they came in.
She had a high fever and was living over again her strenuous
escapade of the afternoon. She cried aloud that the shore was
running away from her, that the clouds were tumbling down on her,
that a big fish had a hold of her arm. "This rock I am pushing
against," she moaned, "is so heavy, I shall never get around it."
Nyoda gave her the fever medicine left by the doctor and she sank
into a heavy sleep. All that night and all the next day she
alternately raved and slept.

Nyoda fetched the doctor again the next day and he predicted that
Sahwah would soon be better. "She is a strong von, dat Missis
Sahvah," he said. "She has bones like iron! A weak von vould
maybe haf brain fever, but not she, I don't tink!" Nor did
Sahwah disappoint him. She had a constitution like a nine-lived
cat, and her active outdoor life kept her blood in perfect
condition, and it was not long before she began to get the upper
hand of the fever.

During the second night she woke up feeling delightfully cool and
comfortable. The fever had left her sometime during sleep. The
moon was setting over the lake, making a long golden streak
across the water. Sahwah smiled happily at the peaceful scene.
Then she became aware of a figure crouching on the floor beside
her bed. It was Gladys, sitting on a low stool beside her,
keeping watch.

"Hello, Gladys," she said, weakly but cheerfully.

Gladys started up. "Do you really know me?" she said joyfully.

"Sure I know you," said Sahwah. "Why shouldn't I?"

"You didn't yesterday, you