About the middle of the afternoon, however, Harriet saw a large group of
girls gathered about a tree near the camp. The girls appeared to be
laboring under considerable excitement. She hastened over and after a
short time managed to elbow her way close enough to see what it was that
had so excited them.

Nailed to the tree was a piece of white bark. On it was written the
following order:

"A Council Fire will be held this evening at eight o'clock. All
Camp Girls will report promptly, in full ceremonial garb.

"By order of the Chief Guardian."

That was all, but it was sufficient to set the tongues of the Camp Girls
wagging. Those who had been there for some time knew exactly what this
order meant. Harriet did not.

"Oh, there'll be a merry time in Camp Wau-Wau this evening," cried Cora
Kidder.

"Somebody will catch it," nodded Patricia. "Well, we don't have to cry. We
were in our little cots sound asleep, as we can easily prove. Do you
know," she confided in a lower tone to several of her companions, "I
shouldn't be at all surprised if there were more to this than you girls
dream."

"What do you mean?" asked one of the girls.