chatter. "Why, _Nyoda!_"

Nyoda laughed. "You dreamed it, dear," she said. "You jumped
off the tower in your sleep. Come up to bed now before you take
cold." Putting her arm around the shivering girl, she led her up
the path to the tent and tucked her in between dry blankets.
"Too much celebration," she reflected, and then added to herself,
"It's a good thing I happened to see her."

Nyoda had wakened in the night and lay looking out through the
tent door at the lake bathed in moonlight. The diving tower was
right in her line of vision, solitary and black against the
moonlight. Suddenly she became aware of a figure climbing up the
ladder to the top. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes and
recognized Sahwah. The girl poised for an instant on the edge
and then jumped into the water. Nyoda sped down the path and
reached the dock just as Sahwah came up.

"And up until now," thought Nyoda, as she dropped off to sleep
again, "I did think they were safe in their beds!"



CHAPTER IV.

IN SEARCH OF ADVENTURE.

At the close of singing hour one morning the week following the
Fourth-of-July celebration Nyoda rose with an air of mystery and
requested the girls not to make up their beds as usual, but