At her, "you lie on de bed until I say you should get out. You could get
a fever, pushing ladies around by de neck!" "_And_ now," he said,
looking around, "de lady vot got drowned, vere is she?" The girls
searched through the camp for Gladys, but she was nowhere to be found,
and he was obliged to depart without seeing her. Far out in the woods
Gladys wandered about distractedly until her anxiety regarding Sahwah
drove her back to camp to face the girls and find out bow she was. Near
the tent she stumbled against something on the ground, and stooping to
see what it was, found the racket on which she had vented her fury that
afternoon. The sight of it nearly made her ill. "I'll get her another,"
she resolved, "the best that money can buy. Hers was only a cheap one,
after all." It was a long time before she could make up her mind to
enter the tent, but she finally crept in, hoping to remain unnoticed and
hear how Sahwah was getting along. Nyoda looked up as she came in, and
pitied her from the bottom of her heart. "Come in, Gladys," she said
softly, and Gladys approached. "How is--" she began, and then her voice
broke. "Fine and dandy," said Sahwah herself, rather weakly. The fever
that the doctor had predicted was rising, and her lips were dry. Nyoda
feared that the presence of Gladys would excite Sahwah, and led her out
of the tent. "Now Gladys," she said, sitting down on the steps of the
shack, "I want you to tell me everything that happened this afternoon.
How did it come that you were out in a canoe and had to be rescued?"
Gladys told a straight story, not sparing herself in the least. She told
about the dreadful mood she had been in that aftern