IN CAMP
For a moment Sylvia's companions did not respond. They gazed at her as
if wondering whether she had really said anything, or as if they did
not know whether or not to believe her if she had made any utterance.
"What--what did you say?" asked Rose, at length.
"That was a loon," Sylvia went on. "A big bird, you know. They are
great swimmers and divers, and they have the most awful screech you
ever heard."
"Well, if _that_ was a sample of it, I can well believe it!" said Hazel.
"Are you sure it was a loon?" asked Alice.
"Positive," declared Sylvia. "I knew what it was after I heard the
third cry and the splash in the water."
"It must have been quite near our boat," ventured Rose.
"It was," went on Sylvia. "That's what made it sound so weird and
terrifying."
"It sounded like a lost soul," murmured Hazel. "Not that I know what
sort of cries are emitted by lost souls," she hastened to add, "but
that is how I should describe it. I hope the loon doesn't come back and
serenade us during the night."
"Don't you _dare_ suggest such a thing!" exclaimed Rose. "It was like
some one crying out in a horrible nightmare."
"I don't believe it will come back," Sylvia declared. "Sometimes there
will be only one loon in a place, but if there are more, one calls
to another and they make a terrible racket. I was camping with my
father once, and that happened. I was a little girl, but I have never
forgotten the loons. This one was probably after a fish. You know they
dive into the water, and actually swim under it to get the fish they
pursue. They are wonderful swimmers and divers."
"Well, I hope that one keeps on swimming and diving and that he'll be
too busy to do any more yelling this night," said Hazel. "Ugh! He gave
me the shivers."
"And I broke a cup," added Rose.
"Never mind, we have enough left for coffee," Sylvia remarked. "I guess
the water is boiling now. Pass the sandwiches, girls, and see if there
are any olives left."
"A whole big bottle, of lovely stuffed ones!" Alice reported, taking it
out of a locker. "Where's the corkscrew?"
It was found, the simple meal was set forth on the table, and the girls
gathered around it to eat, but not without little, nervous glances
over their shoulders now and then, at sounds in the nearby woods.
But gradually this feeling wore off, and the girls were more like
themselves. That was one admirable trait of the Nowadays Girls: they
could adapt themselves to almost any circumstances. They were very
democratic, though that quality was not called for so much in this
instance as was good, sound common sense.
"There, I feel a whole lot better," remarked Sylvia, as she pushed back
her plate.
"So do I," added Hazel.
"And I'm not nearly so frightened," declared Rose.
"That's a blessing," Hazel said.
"Oh, you were just as alarmed as I was, Baby," retorted the Syracuse
girl. "But, really, I wouldn't mind hearing that loon call again."
"Well, _I_ certainly would!" Alice exclaimed. "Don't you _dare_ invite
him to call," and they all laughed.
The girls sat about the cabin, closing the sliding doors for comfort
since the night air was chilling. They turned off all but one of the
little incandescent lights, so the storage battery would last until
morning. They left a single lantern burning outside on deck, "to scare
away snakes," as Rose jokingly put it.
In spite of the determination of each one not to go to sleep, Nature
was stronger than the will of any of the girls, and at times each one
felt herself nodding and dozing.
"I don't care!" Sylvia finally declared, with a sleepy yawn. "I am
going to lie down. We'll all feel better in the morning, and there is
nothing in the world to be alarmed about here. Let's 'turn in,' as the
sailors say."
After a little hesitation, the other girls did likewise, and soon all
four were peacefully slumbering on the seat bunks.
The rest did make them feel much fresher the next morning. They were
awake early, to find the day a most glorious one, and there was coffee
enough left for a refreshing cup.
After that they took turns in trying to start the motor. But the
storage battery was used up without success, nor were their efforts at
turning the flywheel over by hand any more successful.
"Well, we can pole ourselves along shore, and help will be easy to get
in daylight," said Sylvia, cheerfully. "Come on, girls!"
They poled their way out of the little bay, where they had spent the
night, and gradually worked their boat along the shore. They had not
gone far before they heard a hail. It came from a large motor boat,
containing several men, who had the look of typical Adirondack guides.
"I say, be you the lost young ladies?" was the cry.
"I think so. We _were_ lost," Sylvia responded.
"Well, we're lookin' for you," the spokesman went on. "Lot of parties
out from the Antlers. What's the matter?"
"Engine trouble," replied Sylvia, succinctly.
"I thought Aunt Theodora would start a search for us," remarked Hazel.
"It's a wonder she didn't come herself," Rose said.
"We'll give you a tow," went on the man at the wheel of the big motor
boat. "We're only one of several searchin' parties. The lady you're
with is out, too."
"I thought so!" Rose exclaimed. "Dear Aunt Theodora! Oh, but wasn't it
awful of us to stay out all night!"
"I don't see how we could help it," Sylvia declared. "We certainly
couldn't walk through the woods at night."
A little later they were being towed back to the hotel by the searching
party, and had related to the kindly guides their experiences. Before
they reached the dock another motor boat had sighted them, and came up
at full speed.
"There's Aunt Theodora," called Sylvia. A handkerchief was vigorously
waved, and four others answered it.
"Oh, girls, I was _much_ worried about you!" the guardian said, kissing
them all around. "Yet, somehow, I knew you would be all right. However,
I organised searching parties, using all the boats I could commandeer,
and they've been out all night. Didn't you hear them whistling and
calling?"
"All we heard was the loon," said Hazel.
Once again they told their story, and a little later they were back at
their hotel.
"Was the dance nice?" asked Hazel, when she and her chums had changed
to fresh garments.
"They didn't have it," Aunt Theodora said. "Every one was distracted
about you, and a number of young men declared they would not dance
while you were lost. They went out in a boat after you, and they
haven't come back yet. I must say it was very nice of them."
"What? Not coming back?" asked Sylvia. "That isn't a bit nice. We want
them to dance with us. Though it was a tribute to--shall I say our
popularity?--to call off the hop."
"Hope they have it to-night," murmured Alice.
The young men returned, rather weary and forlorn, but the news that the
lost ones had been found reached them before they arrived at the dock,
so they came up singing and rejoicing.
That night the postponed dance was held.
"Oh, but weren't you girls frightened to death, staying out all alone
that way?" asked Natalie, during an interval between dances.
"Not after we had gotten used to it," Sylvia said. "It was rather a
lark."
"No, it was a _loon_!" corrected Alice, with a laugh.
"Say, little one, I think you're dancing too many dances with one
partner," commented Rose, turning to Hazel.
"How can I help it? He asks me before any of the other fellows have a
chance--not that I want them, for he dances beautifully," said Hazel,
with an assumed innocent air that became her well.
"Hopeless!" murmured Sylvia.
Then the music began a dreamy hesitation.
So delightful did the Nowadays Girls find their stay at the Antlers
that they decided to prolong their visit another week. Sylvia received
a message, saying that her brother was doing as well as could be
expected, and this somewhat cheered her and Rose.
"And now what do you say to a few days in camp?" asked Mrs. Brownley,
when she and her charges had returned one day from a long motor trip.
"Camp?" exclaimed Hazel.
"Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Parson are talking of going off to the woods to live
in a tent, near a small lake not far from here, and they asked me if I
thought you girls wouldn't like to join them. What shall I say?"
"Please accept for us," said Sylvia. "That is, if the others agree. It
will give us a taste of real wilderness life. So different from hotel
existence."
"But we can't have any dances," objected Alice.
"Oh, we can get along without them for a little while," Rose said.
"Well, if you can exist without a onestep, I'm sure I can, or a
half-and-half, either," declared Alice. "Ho, for the camp!"
"Do we have to do our own cooking?" asked Hazel.
"No, I believe they are going to take a cook along."
"So much nicer," murmured Sylvia, "though I have cooked in camp, and
over an open fire. But I can't say I like it. When do we go, Aunt
Theodora?"
"In a day or so. I'll go and tell Mrs. Parson you will accept their
kind invitation."
So it was arranged. And a day or so later the little party went over to
Shedd Lake, about four miles from Raquette Lake, there to live under
canvas for perhaps a week.